Currently watching “So You Think You Can Dance,” waiting…an eternity or so it seems, for them to announce who the winner will be. So, bored with the waiting I sat at my computer; fooled around for a while still trying to figure out why my page title keeps disappearing but to no avail.
Christmas is upon us in little over a week, and it doesn’t seem like it with the lack of snow. Took a drive home through the burbs (shuttle service ’cause my car was in for a check-up; some issues with squeaking brakes and it ticked me off as it’s only about 2 months old, a new 2009 Accord). In any event, looks a lot more like Christmas in the ‘burbs as there was more snow to be found and some (not a lot) of the houses were lit up with Christmas lights and a sundry of decorations. Quite lovely and wished I had my camera with me.
So, are you ready for “the” day? I gave up with the gift things a long time ago, and in fact though I believe and love the Spirit of the season, I don’t “celebrate” it for what the “church” has deemed it to be; the birth of Yahshua. It’s been proven…he was likely born in our months of September or October – going by the lunar calendar. Tell me how impressed you’d be if your parents or spouse celebrated your birthday two months later? Not too, I dare to say – I certainly wouldn’t be. But, like I said it’s the Spirit and like the old saying, “Yesus the reason for the season,” I say that His life is a thing to be celebrated daily; often times a moment at a time. We celebrate and give him praise and thanks by how we live our day-to-day lives. That is the best gift I know I could give. After all his Father, YHWH, gave Yahshua and gave each of us the gift of life.
Let our gift to Him be how we live that “gifted life.”
I’m heading off and wil spend the holidays with a brother and am very grateful that I do have family, do have loved ones to share with at this time of the year. But, I don’t wait to celebrate that relationship only once a year; I may never see the next Christmas. My father’s own passing is the truth of that, and I am so very glad that I listed to my “inner self”; paid attention to my intuitive nature, and went and spent what would end up being the last Christmas with my father and other family members.
So this Christmas I will spend with a brother far away. No one should be alone if at all possible. It can be a very sad and lonely time and it is so important that we are with people we love.
I leave you with a poem I’d written some time ago when pondering who I am and who it is that Created, sustained and holds me in the palm of His Hand. Given a gift called “life” let us each live that life in the same Love that gave birth to each of us.
Through His Eyes
Cradled in the palm of His Hand,
Through His eyes I see all that I am.
I thought I was big, grown up and wise,
But no so, when seen through His eyes.
I lay there, tiny and curled up
But a mere speck, not very much.
When seen through His eyes,
It’sscary to think I wonce thought I was so wise.
