settingatthepoolofgrace

The day was coming to it’s closing, the Inn keeper had gathered his animals into the stable for the night. Mrs. cow had bedded down her calf on a soft bed of straw; gently she lay down beside her.

Mr. Donkey was gazing through the little window in the wall of the stable at a brilliant star lighting up the sky just above the stable. The chicken coop was filled with noisy chicks as Mr. Rooster paraded by the door as if on guard duty.

None of the animals could imagine the wonderful event that would unfold in their little stable. Mean while a man and his wife were going from door to door in the little town seeking shelter for the night.

They were greeted at each door with “sorry there is no room in the Inn”. It was beginning to seem hopeless for the young couple. But it was imperative they find shelter, the wife was with child and delivery was imminent.

Approaching the last Inn the husband lifted up his head to the sky and whispered a small prayer. Unfortunately, the response was the same; there was no room in the Inn. As he turned to walk away the Inn keeper stopped him saying ” I have a small stable you are welcome to.”

“It is not lavish but it will keep you warm and dry”. “There is much straw you can use for bedding and my animals are gentle.” “I will gather some cloth for you,bread and water, and a lantern; give me a moment please, I will take you there.”

In a distance you could see the shepherds on the hillside gathered by the firelight as their sheep quietly grazed. The stars twinkled brightly in the night sky, one shining brighter then the others. No sound could be heard it was if the earth itself was anticipating something miraculous.

The light in the stable intensified as the Inn keeper and the couple entered. Hanging the lantern on a post he said ” I hope this will serve you and your wife.” Grateful, the man thanked him and begin to make his wife comfortable.

Mrs. Cow looked at Mr. donkey who looked at Mr. Rooster, each of them was puzzled by the presence of human kind in their little stable. There was something different about this couple, even the animals could feel something amazing in the air.

Everyone had settled down for the night, the silence was broken by a small cry, the sky was illuminated by a multitude of Angels singing; their song could be heard along the hillside. “He is born, the Savior is born.”

All the animals were looking lovingly at the new arrival in their stable, kneeling as to a King they gazed upon the babe; each of them knew there would never be another night in their little stable as magical as this one.

My revelation as I sit by the pool of grace

The day began as ordinary as the days before it, we however; decided to do something different and adventurous. We would go hiking. Now I should say neither one of us had ever been hiking so we didn’t really know what we needed to make it successful.

Rising earlier than usual we dressed, packed blankets, sandwiches, and water. The journey began, the drive was scenic as we ventured to our starting point. As I looked at the trail I began to have second thoughts about this adventure.

The sun was shining brightly through the trees as we maneuvered up the trail, birds perched in the trees could be seen at various intervals along the way. Entering a opening in the trees I looked out over a beautiful valley, we had reached the top of the hill.

The view was so breath taking we decided to stop our journey at this point. spreading the blankets we sit to eat and watch the scene unfolding before us.  In a distance I could see a water fall cascading down another hillside terminating in a stream below.

The stream flowing quietly through the valley, so peaceful; no words spoken just soaking in the majesty of the moment.  The waterfall captured my attention; my mind drifted off to another time, another hill and it’s impact on my life and the lives of others.

The day wasn’t sunny, the crowd  was shouting crucify him. There on the hill top stood the cross of sacrifice.  The man of love hanging from nails, the blood of love running down the hillside and the heart of love granting forgiveness.

Death held him captive for three days, but; after then he rose again. I met him when my life was on a downward path, he taught me how to live in love; always looking to the Father above. As I reminisce on this special gift my joy over whelms me.

My thoughts are interrupted as you touch my hand indicating it was time to go. I thought to myself how magical these hills will be when they are covered in snow.  Nature is the window in which we look into the eyes of God, it reveals his heart of love and reminds us to be grateful.

The journey home was enlightening, I saw everything through clearer eyes. The trees were more beautiful then they had ever been, the birds chirping was heard as a new song, and the sunlight against my skin was welcomed.

They all reminded me of the gift the Father gave on a hill far away.

My revelation as I sit by the pool of grace

Along with Christmas comes many traditions; hanging the stockings on the fireplaces, making gingerbread houses, roasting chestnuts, and decorating the tree.  The most important of these is the decorating of the Christmas tree.

Usually the whole family participates in the choosing and decorating of the tree. Christmas decorations vary from very expensive to very simple; Santa and Mrs. Claus, candy canes, reindeer and sleds, jingle bells, and ornate bulbs.

Popcorn, ribbon, garland and angels; they all find a home somewhere on the tree. some ornaments have seen many Christmas’s each year they are carefully unwrapped for use then re wrapped for the next year .

Some are very fragile, easily broken; so they may not last long. When an ornament is broken it cannot be repaired and has to be discarded. These may have sentimental value and we have a hard time discarding them.

We try in some cases to glue them back together to no avail, with sad heart we throw them in the trash.  We are the beautiful array of ornaments on the Father’s Christmas tree. We come in different shapes and colors.

He loves us all with an all consuming unconditional love. Some of us have been battered and torn by time, but; he gently wipes away the dust and shines us up again. Some have been chipped by mistreatment, so he finds that lost piece replacing it; making us whole.

Then there are those who have been shattered into pieces; no hope for recovery seems possible. These are the ones he gives the most care, tenderly he gathers the pieces whispering I love you to each one.

A master craftsman; he begins the task of restoration making the necessary changes to bring out the unique beauty in what was once broken. Once again that spot on the tree is filled. All that was scared, bruised, or shattered has been restored.

Nothing lost or discarded, each ornament displayed in all it’s radiance; reflecting the Master’s Loving touch.

My revelation as I sit my the pool of grace.

For most of us Christmas is about giving and receiving gifts, coming together with family to share a meal, talking about times of Christmas’s that have pasted and being with friends old and new.

In some households the celebration starts on the eve of Christmas; the final gifts are wrapped,carols are  sung or heard playing throughout the house, and the final meal preparations are made.

Children can be heard laughing as they prepare for bed hoping to speed up Santa’s arrival. Many of us begin months in advance in search of that one perfect gift for each name on our list. Some expensive, some simple and some made from love.

Not everyone has this experience, for many this is a time of the year filled with stress. They have very little to look forward to during this time; they are hoping for a Christmas miracle. Some are homeless,  some unemployed, and some have no finances to buy gifts or food.

Some are just blessed to have shelter and clothing for their families.  God gave his only begotten son, who then gave his life; to give each of us the opportunity to give the same love he gave to us , to others.

Can you find it in your heart to give someone a Christmas miracle? Purchase a gift for someone you know will not have. Invite someone to your dinner table. Send a card of encouragement. Hug someone with your smile.

Give someone who is homeless warmth with a pair of gloves,a scarf and a cap. Call someone who may be grieving the loss of a loved one. Pray for a world where people suffer from injustice and hate.

Give a stranger a warm and sincere greeting. Forgive, restore and embrace anyone who may have mistreated you. Be kind to someone who is not kind to you. Give of yourself in service to someone else.

Then tell everyone about a wonderful redeemer who wants to be the lover of their souls. These  are 12 priceless gifts that can create love, joy and peace in a hopeless circumstance and shine light into a dark world.

My revelation as I sit by the pool of grace.

 

His little eyes were all that could be seen peering from beneath the blanket as he lay quietly in the cardboard box. Little eyes looking into the unknown. As i lifted him from the box the blanket fell away revealing big curly brown locks, an inquisitive smile and tiny hands.

I remember thinking,”who’s child is this left on my doorstep?” What sacrifice it was to leave him not knowing what would be his journey, but; that thought was interrupted when I saw the note hidden in his blanket. It read, I have tried to be a good mother; I have no family, no job, and no where to call home.

It was not his choice to be here, I feel the best thing I can do for him is to give him to someone who could love him better than I can. I’ve seen how you shower the neighborhood kids with Love, yet; you only have a dog to care for. You play with the children every chance you can and I see how happy it makes you; please love and care for my little boy.

Fighting back the tears I could only imagine the love she had and the loss she was feeling. How hopeless she must have been to make such a drastic choice. He grew like a weed, so did my heart; I never knew how much love was hiding deep inside of me. Selfless, unconditional love; he was the best Christmas gift.

The years have gone so fast, it’s his 5th Christmas with me; as I begin to read the story of Christmas to him the tears begin to fall. For the very first time I understood something that had escaped my understanding. How hopeless and lost this world must have been that God would wrap his only son in a cardboard box of flesh.

Send him to this world knowing his journey would be a lonely one, that he would be misunderstood, rejected and hated by many. Just the thought of losing my little boy was devastating to me. God gave the world the greatest gift and I can only imagine how broken hearted he was to let him go. Yet; he loved this fallen world so much, he did.

This Christmas as you celebrate remember not only the Christ child’s birth but also the Fathers sacrifice.

My revelation as I sit by the pool of grace.

How often do you find yourself asking”what’s for dinner?” This is a phrase said in households across this great country that we live in called America. A country rich in resources, a country that reaches out to other countries in their time of need, a country with a sordid past; yet, still a great place to live.

It is hard to think that our country in all it’s greatness is still lacking in empathy for it’s own people. Why is it that in this country of plenty children go hungry each night, have no where to rest in safety, some motherless, some fatherless, and some just alone. A country where you work hard all your life but in your twilight years you can’t afford to buy medicine.

Your income is just enough to survive on, not enough to live comfortably with out worry. Though you worked hard the money you invested in social security is called a handout. Your country spends more money in products of war then it is willing to spend helping it’s people.

Those who have great wealth will only share with others who are like them while they take more and more from those who have so little. Where has the love gone? Is there anyone who still believes in giving a helping hand? It seems only those who have so little are willing to share with those who have nothing.

In a land so richly blessed by God; how can we forget to bless others, feed the hungry, shelter the homeless, love the fatherless and motherless, and comfort the hurting. Our country is a melting pot, it’s people all different; yet we are still one people. Our hearts should ache for those who are the least of us.

In this great country we should care that they are hurting.  As the holiday season approaches consider those in this country who are without the simple necessities of life. If you are among those blessed with the essentials for a happy home and you can ask the question”what’s for dinner?”

Remember that in every city, town, or village in this great country; someone is wandering if they will even have dinner// Find a way to share your blessing with someone this Holiday.

My revelation as i sit by the pool of grace.

Have you ever wondered why the things you know you should do are sometimes so hard to do? while the things you know you should not do, you do so easily/  Why you find yourself stating something that you know is not true, a lie; but you say it any way.

Then you tell yourself it wasn’t so bad, it was just a little white lie; it”s not going to hurt anyone. However, white or black a lie does cause ripples that could turn into a roaring flood. No lie is unimportant or harmless.

We do what will allow us to gratify whatever our desires dictate at the time. Self is the most important entity to us and our actions will reflect our selfishness. I’ve heard it said ” I comes before U in the dictionary.” Unfortunately many have this attitude in today’s society.

Our world is riddled with indifference to the needs of others, forgiveness, deception and all manner of evil.  we are confronted daily with the choice to follow the crowd or resist the desire to gratify self; the battle is real and the choice important.

Consider the source of the worlds decay, how it is affecting you and how you are affecting others. In the book of life it is written, from the beginning all was perfect; until one angelic being wanted to be greater than his creator.

From his desire sprang a hatred of all his creator loved causing the decay of everything he touched. You & I are the crowning masterpiece of the creator, therefore he is relentless in his efforts to destroy us, draw us away from our creator and cause disobedience to his spirit’s leading.

We must not be deceived we are no opponent for this great adversary; the battle is real and we need a strong general by our side. You may say this fight is not your concern, but should you take this stance you are without protection.

To choose not to fight in the army of the creator, you choose to be destroyed. There can only be one champion who is victorious, the enemy knows he is defeated but as long as he can confuse, distract, or deceive you & me he will continue to fight.

You must make the choice to resist his temptations and stand strong in your faith. Though the battle is real, the enemy strong; God’s people will be victorious through Jesus Christ. The enemy will be eradicated never to reign again.

My revelation as I sit by the pool of grace.

 

Life seems short, the time span long; so it’s best to choose to do right and not wrong but mistakes matter too. Sometimes we make the wrong choice expecting the right results, however; nothing right  can come from doing wrong. Opposites don’t always attract.

When wrong is chosen corrections become necessary and may require the act of forgiveness. We must learn when we make a mistake it is our responsibility to correct whatever damage is caused by that choice.

Sometimes a simple “I’m sorry” will do, then there are times when the hurt of your actions may be so deep it is not enough. We must care enough to know the difference. We know when our actions have caused pain.

Yet, in our own self righteousness we feel our actions were justified because we chose them.  Never admitting or owning our responsibility in correcting the injury we may have caused someone.

Life is filled with uncertainty, we may not get the opportunity to correct our mistakes; it is important to recognize when we are in error and respond accordingly. Guilt has a way of wearing heavily on the mind when wrongs are not made right.

Acknowledgement is a sign that love is present, you desire to heal the wounds, and change the circumstance from a negative to a positive. By this we grow in character. Our worth as a friend, family member, or acquaintance increases in value.

You might even say mistakes have their purpose. There is a saying ” love hides a multitude of faults”, even so; love should be the reason we consider our actions before we make them.

Self should be removed from the equation first then we should consider how others will be impacted by what we do or say.  We all make mistakes so we should never be ashamed to ask forgiveness.

Christ while on the cross forgave his enemies expressing love even in death. How can we who are imperfect not follow the example of one who showed perfection to the world. As long as we have life mistakes will be made.

We must recognize, own, and correct them remembering mistakes matter too.

My revelation as I sit by the pool of grace

There was  once an old women who lived in a shoe, I know everyone knows what comes next; well I could say I was that woman better yet, I am that woman. I have always loved children but never considered being a mother.

Mothers were in my eyes are super women; they take care of the children, cook the meals, clean the house, work outside  and inside the home, heal the wounds and nurse the sick back to health. They seem to have time for everyone but themselves.

Their shoulders are so broad they carry everyone’s burdens or so it seemed to me. I knew I could never measure up to what a mother should be, at least not in my own eyes. But God in his infinite wisdom knew just what I would need to order my life, to be the change.

To help without being asked, to feed those who hunger, clothe those in need, wipe crying eyes, and comfort the hurting. In my life I have been blessed with 2 children by birth, 9 children by marriage and 12 children by adoption( they all adopted me).

They are like a rainbow of love shining through my heart, with each thought of them I smile; they have taught me so much and I am very thankful for the lessons. Each one is different, some have blue eyes, some have brown eyes, some are dark skinned, some are white skinned but they are all mine.

They are the tools in the hand of the God that created the change in me. It was through them I have learned to love unconditionally, to pray constantly, to listen with an open mind, to speak softly, and to give more than I knew I had to give.

Sometimes it’s the little things we do that make the biggest impact, the time we share that is needed and appreciated the most, and the bond created by love can be as strong as the bond created by birth. Love doesn’t change because of time or separation, it doesn’t grow old or useless.

Love never fails to reach out to catch you when you are falling and it will only rest when it knows you are safe.  Every good mother  place’s the needs of her children before her own. They are never to old that they can not find a place in her arms. Her heart will always be open to them and the Father’s ears ringing with prayers for them.

I can’t say I’m a super mom, but as it is said”the apple doesn’t fall far from the tree”,  I will say as I look upon all the branches I smile; for I am grounded in God the Father who’s love flows through me to all my children and I am forever changed by the love they give me in return.

My revelation as I sit by the pool of grace.

Have you ever been in a state of urgency and needed to get in from the outside? Maybe you thought you were in danger or just in a hurry, you knock on the door and it seems to be a lifetime before someone answered.

There could be many reasons you must depend on someone inside to open the door,this is not your home ; you are visiting. You may have lost your keys or it may be to dark to see how to open the door without light.

Having keys doesn’t assure you access; the locks could have been changed leaving your keys of no value.  Doors are not the only thing you could be locked out of, many of us have put a lock on our hearts.

Your heart was broken by someone you trusted, maybe even loved; they betrayed that trust so you locked it up determined to let no one in anymore. The problem is a locked heart can’t really love.

It goes through the motions but it has no emotion attached to it.  The longer it remains closed the colder it grows. The hurt continues to hold the heart hostage to the pain that caused it to break. The heart must be healed before it can be opened to love again.

The question is where do we find the healing? Who can we trust? I stand at the door and knock, if you will open the door I will come in and sup with you. The son of love is willing  to renew, restore, and heal all our hurts.

He will take away the coldness  in the heart, fill it with the warmth of his love; love that is unchanging, unlimited, and unconditional. Love that can be trusted, that will never abandon, and is given freely.

Love that only requires you to open the door, please open the door; to live without love is to have no life.

My revelation as I sit by the pool of grace.