“It is Christmas in the heart that puts Christmas in the air.”
[ The Birth of Jesus Foretold ] In the sixth month of Elizabeth’s pregnancy, God sent the angel Gabriel to Nazareth, a town in Galilee, to a virgin pledged to be married to a man named Joseph, a descendant of David. The virgin’s name was Mary. The angel went to her and said, “Greetings, you who are highly favored! The Lord is with you.”
Christmas–that magic blanket that wraps itself about us, that something so intangible it is like a fragrance. It may weave a spell of nostalgia. Christmas may be a day of feasting, or of prayer, but always it will be a day of remembrance–a day in which we think of everything we have ever loved.
“I hold on to the blissful notion that the journey is worthwhile, and I tip toe across the chasm with a song and a smile.”
~ Harry Chapin
Jesus said to her, “I am the resurrection and the life. The one who believes in me will live, even though they die;
~ John 11:25
It is so easy to be discouraged. You try and you try at something, and you just cannot get it right. For me, painting is one of those things. I love to paint. A friend invited me to a painting class with her. She was generous to pay for my supplies as a gift. We sat down and looked at a familiar scene. She assumed that all the students in the class knew all of the tools and their uses. She did not explain most of them, and told us what to do in a particular order. At one point I asked a question and got a not too friendly answer, kind of “You don’t know?” Okay. Fine. I kept painting, hoping I could capture the foam of the waves, the beach goers on the sand. Finished!
The teacher went around the room and complimented or commented on each and every painting. Each and every painting but mine.
I had another experience with painting. It was a children’s workshop that I was co-leading. I was the story teller, and my friend was the painting instructor. I asked if I could try and paint with the kids (my people!) Instruction was given after the tools were explained, the little girl next to me spent time telling me what a good job I was doing, and quietly painting her own version of the scene, which included a heart in the curl of the wave. When I finished, she turned to my effort and said “Good job, Mrs. Dickman, I like your star!”
The picture is hanging in my bathroom, which has a sea motif. My daughter (one of two grand encouragers) hung it there. I think it looks as if an 8 or 9 year old painted it, but I am proud of it because I felt comfortable in the group, the instructor was clear, and I was encouraged.
I will paint again, I will try again. And I will smile all the way. I think I can, I think I can.
Because of Him,
Therefore, since we are receiving a kingdom that cannot be shaken,let us be thankful, and so worship God acceptably with reverence and awe,