“If You Look for Me at Christmas”
If you look for Me at Christmas, you won't need a special star.
I'm no longer just in Bethlehem, I'm right there where you are.
You may not be aware of Me amid the celebrations.
You'll have to look beyond the stores and all the decorations.
But if you take a moment from your list of things to do
and listen to your heart, you'll find....I'm waiting there for you.
You're the one I want to be with, you're the reason that I came.
You'll find Me in the stillness as I'm whispering your name.
Love, Jesus
Saturday, December 25, 2010
Wednesday, December 1, 2010
My Walk to Bethlehem
As God prepared the road for Joseph and Mary, He is preparing our road.
Our road is our walk through this physical journey of life and our spiritual journey to God. My walk has taken me to Bethlehem and The Christ Child.
We are all at a different place in our spiritual walks.
God will help us to walk forward into a deeper place.
How do we get there?
How does our spirit grow?
I have found that God uses the circumstances and trials of life to awaken our spirits and to make us open to what He wants to teach us.
When the situations of life empty our cups of what we think is so important; God then, has the opportunity to fill our cups, our spirits, with the things which are spiritually and eternally important.
The things of this life are temporary. The physical busyness of getting ready for Christmas is soon over and we are taking down the tree, putting away or returning gifts, and making New Years resolutions to diet and exercise.
Each of us is looking for more than the temporary.
Scripture has taught me that “faith comes by hearing and hearing by the word of God”.
As we hear again the Christmas story, as we listen to and read scripture, as we sing songs of adoration, praise, and thanksgiving, as we worship together, and as we share our faith with each other, we grow and move into that deeper spiritual place.
I have found that love is contagious and so is faith.
Faith is a gift from God.
The bible says that we all have been given the gift of faith even if it is as small as a mustard seed.
Our faith grows as we use it and share it with others.
I have been given the gift of faith. I would like to share with you a little about my life and my personal faith journey.
To grow in faith is a choice. How God chooses to bring us to the place where we meet Him is not usually a choice. I have asked Him, “couldn’t you have brought me into a closer walk with you some other way?” I personally believe that God has a purpose and plan for each of our lives.
I was born in Brooklyn. My father was born in Norway. My mother was born in North Dakota. Her parents were pioneers from Norway and she was a teacher who taught in a one room school house. Dad was a carpenter. I have two sisters, Marlene and Jane.
We moved to Huntington in 1955. I graduated from Walt Whitman High School in 1960 and from Methodist Hospital School of Nursing in 1963. In 1964 I married my high school sweetheart, Richard. We started our family 6 years later. We lived in West Hempstead during our first years of marriage and moved to Dix Hills in 1974. Richie built our home on Long Island and we lived in it for 35 years.
God gave us four daughters but has only allowed us to raise two of them.
Erica is 38 and married to Trevor. They have two sons, Trevor and Hunter.
Christa is 27 and is married to Kristopher.
Our first born Elisa died at 9 years of age in 1979.
Our third born Carrie died at 2 weeks of age in 1980.
Elisa died in her sleep early one morning and Carrie was post mature in utero and died of the complications of meconium aspiration.
Needless to say these were the hardest years of my life.
My faith was being severely tested.
No physical person could help me.
I felt as if I was walking in a fog.
I was going through the motions of living.
I had to keep going for Erica. Richie couldn’t even function.
My parents and sisters were devastated.
No one could help us.
I was searching for comfort and purpose.
Many couples are unable to make it after the loss of a child because both are hurting so much that they can’t help each other.
Prior to the death of my children my life had been a very stable one.
Richie did not have an easy childhood but was now settled and happy as a husband and father. His world came crashing in on him once again.
His spiritual foundation was not strong enough to bring him any peace or comfort.
My friend Bobby said “you have the Lord and Richie has you”.
My faith gave me strength.
As God lifted me up I could keep Erica and Richie going.
My foundation of faith was begun and nurtured by God fearing parents who brought me to church and Sunday School at a very young age. I was baptized at Bethelship Methodist Church in Brooklyn.
I was confirmed at Gloria Dea Lutheran Church in Huntington.
I attended and taught Sunday School as a teenager at West Hills Methodist Church.
While living in West Hempstead, I attended Hempstead Methodist Church. This is where Elisa and Erica were baptized.
When we moved to Dix Hills in 1974 we attended the Dix Hills Methodist Church.
After the death of my children, I went back to West Hills Methodist Church to be with my parents and to be spiritually fed by a wonderful pastor who helped me through a very difficult time.
In my search for deeper understanding and spiritual growth Erica and I began attending The Commack Church of God. God used the preaching and the loving congregation of this church to feed my spirit and to bring me into a deeper dimension of faith.
It was during this time that I continued to pray for another child. I had had two miscarriages. My prayer became, “God, if it isn’t in your plan please take the desire for another child away from me”. I had submitted to his will. He did not take the desire away. He gave us the desire of our hearts on May 25, 1983. Christa Grace was born. I thank Him every day for giving us another child and for giving Erica a sister.
In 1984 our family joined St. Luke Lutheran Church. It became our church home for 23 years. I taught Sunday School for 10 years and as a family we grew in faith and in the love for our Lord. Pastor Froehlich baptized, confirmed, and married Christa. Pastor confirmed and married Erica and baptized her two sons. The people at St Luke were our extended family.
In 2008 we sold our home of 35 years; I retired from Oncology Nursing at Huntington Hospital; and we moved to Orefield, Pennsylvania. Our new home is one mile away from Erica and one hour away from Christa. We had purchased a house in The Florida Keys in 1991. Again, God has given us the desire of our hearts. We are spending our retirement between sunny Florida in The Keys and Orefield, Pennsylvania near our children and their families.
I can only remember one time in my life when I questioned God’s existence. It was after Baby Carrie died. I couldn’t believe that a second child would be taken from me. When she died, others including Richie questioned how I could maintain my faith. How could a loving God have allowed this to happen again? Maybe the God, whom I’ve always known, was not really there. It was the loneliest time of my life. Who could I turn to if He wasn’t there, if He wasn’t walking with me.
This dry period only lasted a few weeks. I searched the scriptures. Where else could I go for answers? I would sit in my yard with my Bible. God led me to the Book of Job. Job was God’s most beloved servant and God allowed him to loose everything including his children. Job never lost faith. I wasn’t going to either! I was reminded of the poem Footprints in the Sand. God was there and He would continue to carry me through the tough times in life.
When I read 2 Corinthians1: 4, 5 I knew the words were meant for me.
I read that “God helps us in all of our troubles, so that we are able to help others who have all kinds of troubles, using the same help that we ourselves have received from God”.
He spoke to me through His word. I would continue to search and believe! I was sure that He had spoken to me; I was sure that He was there! I knew that He would use me in the lives of others and He has.
Faith is an awesome gift but with that gift comes responsibility. To he whom much is given, much is required.
Jesus is the Lord of my life. I love Him with all of my heart, mind, and soul. I am able to love others because He loved me first.
I pray for wisdom and discernment daily, asking God to use me to His glory in the lives of others. My trials have given me spiritual strength and understanding. God in me, through The Holy Spirit, gives me the ability to know what He would want me to do or to say to help others. He has touched people through me in my personal life and in my professional life as a nurse. I want to be His vessel and He hears my prayer.
Nothing is more important to me than being in God’s will. What I do for Him is the only thing that will last throughout eternity.
The Bible is our road map and gives us direction. It is God’s love letter to us.
God’s promises are real.
Jesus is our Savior.
The Holy Spirit is our comforter and guide. He is God’s power within us.
We are God’s children and He calls each of us to come to Him as we are. He draws us to Himself; asking us to believe and to receive the gift of faith. Anyone who truly confesses believing and receiving Christ will never want to turn back from their walk to Bethlehem.
By sharing myself with you, my hope is that your faith will be encouraged.
If anyone is going through a difficult time in their lives, you are not alone, God is with you. Ask for and seek His presence; He will make His presence known.
As we walk the road to Bethlehem this Christmas; may we grow in the love of Jesus, may we grow in faith, and may we pass on our increased love and faith to others.
I pray that the lights of Christmas will glow through each of us all year long.
I wish a Merry Christmas to everyone. I plan to continue my writings in the New Year. I thank The Lord for working in me and through me to complete my 2010 blogs. It was a promise which I made to Him and to myself last January. Thank you Dear Lord.
Wishing everyone who reads my blogs, a happy, healthy, and spiritually full 2011 as we continue our journey together.
Our road is our walk through this physical journey of life and our spiritual journey to God. My walk has taken me to Bethlehem and The Christ Child.
We are all at a different place in our spiritual walks.
God will help us to walk forward into a deeper place.
How do we get there?
How does our spirit grow?
I have found that God uses the circumstances and trials of life to awaken our spirits and to make us open to what He wants to teach us.
When the situations of life empty our cups of what we think is so important; God then, has the opportunity to fill our cups, our spirits, with the things which are spiritually and eternally important.
The things of this life are temporary. The physical busyness of getting ready for Christmas is soon over and we are taking down the tree, putting away or returning gifts, and making New Years resolutions to diet and exercise.
Each of us is looking for more than the temporary.
Scripture has taught me that “faith comes by hearing and hearing by the word of God”.
As we hear again the Christmas story, as we listen to and read scripture, as we sing songs of adoration, praise, and thanksgiving, as we worship together, and as we share our faith with each other, we grow and move into that deeper spiritual place.
I have found that love is contagious and so is faith.
Faith is a gift from God.
The bible says that we all have been given the gift of faith even if it is as small as a mustard seed.
Our faith grows as we use it and share it with others.
I have been given the gift of faith. I would like to share with you a little about my life and my personal faith journey.
To grow in faith is a choice. How God chooses to bring us to the place where we meet Him is not usually a choice. I have asked Him, “couldn’t you have brought me into a closer walk with you some other way?” I personally believe that God has a purpose and plan for each of our lives.
I was born in Brooklyn. My father was born in Norway. My mother was born in North Dakota. Her parents were pioneers from Norway and she was a teacher who taught in a one room school house. Dad was a carpenter. I have two sisters, Marlene and Jane.
We moved to Huntington in 1955. I graduated from Walt Whitman High School in 1960 and from Methodist Hospital School of Nursing in 1963. In 1964 I married my high school sweetheart, Richard. We started our family 6 years later. We lived in West Hempstead during our first years of marriage and moved to Dix Hills in 1974. Richie built our home on Long Island and we lived in it for 35 years.
God gave us four daughters but has only allowed us to raise two of them.
Erica is 38 and married to Trevor. They have two sons, Trevor and Hunter.
Christa is 27 and is married to Kristopher.
Our first born Elisa died at 9 years of age in 1979.
Our third born Carrie died at 2 weeks of age in 1980.
Elisa died in her sleep early one morning and Carrie was post mature in utero and died of the complications of meconium aspiration.
Needless to say these were the hardest years of my life.
My faith was being severely tested.
No physical person could help me.
I felt as if I was walking in a fog.
I was going through the motions of living.
I had to keep going for Erica. Richie couldn’t even function.
My parents and sisters were devastated.
No one could help us.
I was searching for comfort and purpose.
Many couples are unable to make it after the loss of a child because both are hurting so much that they can’t help each other.
Prior to the death of my children my life had been a very stable one.
Richie did not have an easy childhood but was now settled and happy as a husband and father. His world came crashing in on him once again.
His spiritual foundation was not strong enough to bring him any peace or comfort.
My friend Bobby said “you have the Lord and Richie has you”.
My faith gave me strength.
As God lifted me up I could keep Erica and Richie going.
My foundation of faith was begun and nurtured by God fearing parents who brought me to church and Sunday School at a very young age. I was baptized at Bethelship Methodist Church in Brooklyn.
I was confirmed at Gloria Dea Lutheran Church in Huntington.
I attended and taught Sunday School as a teenager at West Hills Methodist Church.
While living in West Hempstead, I attended Hempstead Methodist Church. This is where Elisa and Erica were baptized.
When we moved to Dix Hills in 1974 we attended the Dix Hills Methodist Church.
After the death of my children, I went back to West Hills Methodist Church to be with my parents and to be spiritually fed by a wonderful pastor who helped me through a very difficult time.
In my search for deeper understanding and spiritual growth Erica and I began attending The Commack Church of God. God used the preaching and the loving congregation of this church to feed my spirit and to bring me into a deeper dimension of faith.
It was during this time that I continued to pray for another child. I had had two miscarriages. My prayer became, “God, if it isn’t in your plan please take the desire for another child away from me”. I had submitted to his will. He did not take the desire away. He gave us the desire of our hearts on May 25, 1983. Christa Grace was born. I thank Him every day for giving us another child and for giving Erica a sister.
In 1984 our family joined St. Luke Lutheran Church. It became our church home for 23 years. I taught Sunday School for 10 years and as a family we grew in faith and in the love for our Lord. Pastor Froehlich baptized, confirmed, and married Christa. Pastor confirmed and married Erica and baptized her two sons. The people at St Luke were our extended family.
In 2008 we sold our home of 35 years; I retired from Oncology Nursing at Huntington Hospital; and we moved to Orefield, Pennsylvania. Our new home is one mile away from Erica and one hour away from Christa. We had purchased a house in The Florida Keys in 1991. Again, God has given us the desire of our hearts. We are spending our retirement between sunny Florida in The Keys and Orefield, Pennsylvania near our children and their families.
I can only remember one time in my life when I questioned God’s existence. It was after Baby Carrie died. I couldn’t believe that a second child would be taken from me. When she died, others including Richie questioned how I could maintain my faith. How could a loving God have allowed this to happen again? Maybe the God, whom I’ve always known, was not really there. It was the loneliest time of my life. Who could I turn to if He wasn’t there, if He wasn’t walking with me.
This dry period only lasted a few weeks. I searched the scriptures. Where else could I go for answers? I would sit in my yard with my Bible. God led me to the Book of Job. Job was God’s most beloved servant and God allowed him to loose everything including his children. Job never lost faith. I wasn’t going to either! I was reminded of the poem Footprints in the Sand. God was there and He would continue to carry me through the tough times in life.
When I read 2 Corinthians1: 4, 5 I knew the words were meant for me.
I read that “God helps us in all of our troubles, so that we are able to help others who have all kinds of troubles, using the same help that we ourselves have received from God”.
He spoke to me through His word. I would continue to search and believe! I was sure that He had spoken to me; I was sure that He was there! I knew that He would use me in the lives of others and He has.
Faith is an awesome gift but with that gift comes responsibility. To he whom much is given, much is required.
Jesus is the Lord of my life. I love Him with all of my heart, mind, and soul. I am able to love others because He loved me first.
I pray for wisdom and discernment daily, asking God to use me to His glory in the lives of others. My trials have given me spiritual strength and understanding. God in me, through The Holy Spirit, gives me the ability to know what He would want me to do or to say to help others. He has touched people through me in my personal life and in my professional life as a nurse. I want to be His vessel and He hears my prayer.
Nothing is more important to me than being in God’s will. What I do for Him is the only thing that will last throughout eternity.
The Bible is our road map and gives us direction. It is God’s love letter to us.
God’s promises are real.
Jesus is our Savior.
The Holy Spirit is our comforter and guide. He is God’s power within us.
We are God’s children and He calls each of us to come to Him as we are. He draws us to Himself; asking us to believe and to receive the gift of faith. Anyone who truly confesses believing and receiving Christ will never want to turn back from their walk to Bethlehem.
By sharing myself with you, my hope is that your faith will be encouraged.
If anyone is going through a difficult time in their lives, you are not alone, God is with you. Ask for and seek His presence; He will make His presence known.
As we walk the road to Bethlehem this Christmas; may we grow in the love of Jesus, may we grow in faith, and may we pass on our increased love and faith to others.
I pray that the lights of Christmas will glow through each of us all year long.
I wish a Merry Christmas to everyone. I plan to continue my writings in the New Year. I thank The Lord for working in me and through me to complete my 2010 blogs. It was a promise which I made to Him and to myself last January. Thank you Dear Lord.
Wishing everyone who reads my blogs, a happy, healthy, and spiritually full 2011 as we continue our journey together.
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