Planting Presents

This year, I am a different creature than last year. Last year, I was mourning the loss of my daddy, a band brother, and a dear friend. I was sad. I tried to be happy, but it was beyond me. Now, with the help of God and walk with Him- physically, mentally and spiritually- I am remade and happy again. I survived that difficulty by God’s grace and the peace and deep joy He kept giving me and comfort as I cried. Now, I am remade, new, loving life differently. Things matter more. People matter more. Family matters more. And this Christmas with my little family I am focusing on planting presents rather than flippant giving them. I want them to be encouraging and helpful, useful and fun but something to use and grow with. So, different eyes and different focus and I am liking the change. It feels more like purposeful love. That is always the right choice.❤

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On Singing Christmas Songs

So, I am sitting here in church and they are singing “Hark the Herald Angels Sing” like a dirge. First of all, when singing a Christmas song, it is a celebration of Jesus’ birthday. So it is happy. A happy occasion. A celebration. I don’t think the angels were reverent and morose. I believe they were partying. Hey, Jesus, you Messiah, came down to save you people! Woo hoo! Just sayin’. ❤

Matthew 6:25-30

Matthew 6:25. ‘”Therefore I tell you, do not worry about your life, what you will eat or drink; or about your body, what you will wear. Is not life more than food, and the body more than clothes? 26. Look at the birds of the air; they do not sow or reap or store away in barns, and yet your heavenly Father feeds them. Are you not much more valuable than they? 27. Can any one of you by worrying add a single hour to your life ? 28. “And why do you worry about clothes? See how the flowers of the field grow. They do not labor or spin. 29. Yet I tell you that not even Solomon in all his splendor was dressed like one of these. 30. If that is how God clothes the grass of the field, which is here today and tomorrow is thrown into the fire, will he not much more clothe you—you of little faith?’