I hope you enjoy a delightful time with your family and dear ones as we celebrate this Christmas season. That's been my situa-tion as the year 2022 comes to a close. I have deep gratitude
that nearly every minute of every day has my face fixed with a genuine smile.Yesterday, I got last-minute food items at the local supermarket. I prepared for last night's celebration with my family. Most scurrying around grabbing items from the shelves wore somber faces.
Christmas music abounded, piped in from the speakers above. But the spirit of nearly all those in the store was frantic and serious. No cheer was notable. I'm grateful for learning that happiness is not in how much we have, but in how much we enjoy.
And I have much to be happy about. There are oodles of happy circumstances to enjoy at the cellular level. Oh, I have this happiness even after experiencing betrayal in late May this year. I encountered abuse from someone in whom I invested five years.
All that we suffer, and encounter is our spiritual practice. They are interwoven in our life for our characterological growth. Really.
By our response, they are either stumbling blocks or stepping stones. What they become is our choice.
Research shows that smiling contributes to lifting our spirit, having an optimistic, in-the-solution mentality. And so it was yesterday as I went about my day.
Instead of scurrying around, while shopping, I was present. I took in the joy offered right then. With those I shared eye contact, I wished them a fantastic day.
Often in return, they ask, "How are you?" My reply is, "If it were any better, I don't think I could stand it!"
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I've written three stories for this season, for this day. The original version of the one I'm leaving tonight is climbing the sidebar on the right. I will drop off another later tonight.
May today be a blessed day for you. May you enjoy God's deep love for you. I trust you will experience it today from your support network.
You are amazing. Yes, you! I hope you know that.
Here's the first story:
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WWII photo of the Ardennes Forest |
Christmas is not about warm feelings, Christmas trees or music, eggnog, hearth, and home. Nope. It's about the most incredible gift mankind received. God's love for us.
Wishing you a terrific Christmas,
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The snow crunched as three American soldiers trudged through the forest. Weighed down with their sixty-pound packs and nine-pound M1903 Springfield rifles, the combat-tested Americans stumbled upon an occupied shack after tromping around for three hours, and light glowed from it.
Smoke poured from the chimney, and it offered the chance of a warm refuge for their frost-bit, combat-weary bodies. Breaking the silence of the night, they upon the door of the tiny house, they knocked.
She waved the men in, offering a simple Christmas meal.
The language barrier was broken when the men learned the lady spoke French, which a G.I. from Louisiana knew.
The Americans grunted in relief as they unloaded their packs. This evening provided a rare chance to stretch out. Spending the night in something more significant and warmer than a foxhole was welcomed, especially in this weather.
"Was shelter available?" they asked. "Yes, come in for Christmas dinner, but I have other guests," she answered. One German soldier remarked, "Americana?" Elizabeth replied, "Yes."
"This is Christmas Eve. No killing tonight, in my home." She ordered the Germans to leave their weapons outside before entering.
The Germans welcomed them, provisions being scarce. A German soldier with medical training inspected the wounded American. Finding usable items within the bungalow, he tended to the injured G.I.
Before eating, the woman rose to speak.
While gnawing upon the stringy chicken, uneasiness transformed into the warmth of companions sharing a simple, appreciated meal. After dinner, the Nazi soldiers sang Silent Night, a song of Austrian origin; by tradition, it could not be sung before Christmas Eve.
Afterward, two German men sang it in English, along with the guests from the United States.
The Nazi soldiers took the lady and her son back to the German lines, reuniting her with her husband.
In Bethlehem, more than two thousand years ago, a young pregnant woman and her husband were not admitted to a crowded inn. No room for the Christ child. Today, this slight can be corrected. He can be welcomed into the inn of our hearts. You can invite Him if you haven't. You'll discover the greatest Christmas gift ever----eternal life.
Peace born in Bethlehem was showered upon nine people in the middle of the Battle of the Bulge in war-torn Europe. Experiencing God's harmony and love is available today to hearts torn with despair, fear, or pain.
The world desperately needs to know hope, freedom from fear, gratitude, and tranquility. I ask God to show me how I can demonstrate character like the mother in this story. Being an instrument of His peace, mis y desire.
How About You?
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