2015 Minute to Win It Challenge: As we move toward the end of this year which has passed entirely too fast, I think if each of us stop and allow a full minute to pass with only good thoughts to be allowed we might find it useful to perform this mental task each day. Do you realize if everyone in the world would do this, 7.125 Billion Minutes of Good Thoughts would flow around this world. I think it could change the world in a positive way. Accept the Challenge and You will win A Positive Daily Approach in 2015. If you accept this challenge, please comment You Accept the Minute to Win It Challenge to take a minute a day to think positive thoughts.

In November 2013, I was encouraged to start a blog from my postings on Facebook by a life friend and published author, Peggy Mercer. Not even knowing what a blog was, I thought what?? I went on to look at several blogs and thought this would be an adventure. It is with appreciation to Peggy for her encouragement and support. 

Once the blog started and people actually started reading it, commenting, sharing it, and told me they related to this one or that one and I kept writing. It is now about to be 2015 with 65,000 views and 70 countries viewing it. 
I found it to be a great discipline tool for me and it has even amazed me that I have written over 600 posts on various subjects. I have re-posted a few of my favorites, but mainly they are new. It has given me a regular outlet for my out of the box outlook on life. Some are funny, some are very serious, some will pull at the heart strings, and some are probably too outspoken; but they all contain a life lesson which I learned.

Thanks to all of you who follow the blog and to all of those who support it by sharing it with others.
I look forward to 2015 and welcome new readers. Please feel free to comment on any of the posts as I do read them.

Again, from my heart to yours……Let’s blog in 2015!
Arline Miller, Blog author of Sipping Cups of Inspiration


TODAY THE WORDS are WHEN I THINK I AM RIGHT I MAY BE WRONG. During my life, I became more opinionated and vocal as I aged. I had experienced life more and more and had the ups and downs and somehow I felt I had become wiser. I have expressed my opinions on this and that and I had someone tell me I was wise. I thought about this friend’s statement and this blog post is dedicated to “how wise we think we may be; how unwise we may really be“. I may not be wise; I think I am “real”. It may not be the wisest position a person can find themselves in; one individual’s opinion is just that and then I say, “When I think I am right; I may be wrong.

Let me expand on my thoughts: Have you noticed over the past few years how many studies on every subject in the world has contradicted the previous study’s results? Let’s think about it…butter was bad; now a new study tells you margarine is only molecule away from being totally plastic. Was this not what we all ran to use when they told us butter was so unhealthy? Now, it is not good to use canola oil; wasn’t that what they told us to use instead of vegetable oil and shortening? We have been told over and over to eat fruit and vegetables in huge quantities but since I have been diagnosed with diabetes, which thankfully is under control without insulin due to diet change; I have to portion both fruit and vegetables….What is up with that? Every day it seems a new study comes out and we feel we should make changes.

Now, with that said; I go back to the basis of this post. If a new study can contradict the old; maybe I need to re-think some things. Over the years, how many events or people have caused us to re-adjust what we used to think or feel? Maybe, just maybe; it may be us who need to change our thinking or emotions….MAYBE WE CAN CHANGE A LITTLE.

My daughter has been here for a visit and one of the best descriptions she stated about herself and I agreed; she is flexible. She adapts to any situation and is the most accepting person I know. She loves without expectation. Of course, she has human limitations but they are very few. By her flexibility it makes it easy for others to be around her and she loves life and doesn’t cave to tensions but attempts to lift others. I observed; I listened; I learned from watching her. Isn’t it a great learning experience to learn from the younger generation.

Now for the deeper thought….When I feel I have matured and gained wisdom; I may be wrong. Every day is a new learning experience and the only wise thing I can do is listen; be willing to learn; and be flexible to change since ‘When I think I am right; I may be wrong.”


Proverbs 18:15 ESV

An intelligent heart acquires knowledge, and the ear of the wise seeks knowledge. 

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TODAY THE WORDS are DO YOU HEAR WHAT I HEAR? With a lot of celebration and seeing family and giving and receiving gifts last night, this morning at 5 am; I woke with a song echoing in my mind and it is “DO YOU HEAR WHAT I HEAR?” As it strummed through my head, I thought should we be so excited about Christmas gifts and all of the build up? I seemed to ponder this for a few minutes and then it seemed the answer to my question came. The gifts are a symbol of love to each other and no; we don’t have to have any gift but they are nice to feel love and sharing. The biggest reflection which came along with this thought was the Wise Men came bearing gifts to mark the biggest celebration of birth this world has ever known or ever will know. While this was being shown to me; the revelation of the “Gift” we received when Christ was born was Christ himself. 
At Christmas, we are festive with decorations, glitter, lights, wrapping paper and ribbons all in bright beautiful display. We celebrate with family and friends; we have beautiful desserts; we dress up sometimes; and we sing Christmas carols. It is a wonderful time; it is a festive time; it is a loving time; but it is rightfully so that we celebrate and congregate. When this song came melodically streaming in my mind; I seem to hear, “Listen, my child. I was born to save you. You are right to celebrate My Holy Birth and give and receive as I gave and all I ask for you, my child is to Love Me and Worship in My Name. I ask you to love people as I love All of You. I ask you to forgive others as I have forgiven you. I ask you to humbly respect My Divine Power and if you hurt or need healing ask for My Gift of Healing as I AM THE GIVER OF ALL THINGS and I Love to Give. You see, my child I was born to give You My Life so you may live.”

Now, listen to this beautiful song when you read the lyrics, open your heart and you will hear the song as I heard it this morning. I thank God I have opened my heart to hear what God says to me, an unworthy soul saved by His Grace. Merry Christmas and May God Be Your Best Gift as He is mine.

Lyrics from Do You Hear What I Hear? 

Said the night wind to the little lamb,
Do you see what I see
Way up in the sky, little lamb,
Do you see what I see
A star, a star, dancing in the night
With a tail as big as a kite
With a tail as big as a kite
Said the little lamb to the shepherd boy,
Do you hear what I hear
Ringing through the sky, shepherd boy,
Do you hear what I hear
A song, a song, high above the trees
With a voice as big as the sea
With a voice as big as the sea
Said the shepherd boy to the mighty king,
Do you know what I know
In your palace warm, mighty king,
Do you know what I know
A Child, a Child shivers in the cold
Let us bring Him silver and gold
Let us bring Him silver and gold
Said the king to the people everywhere,
Listen to what I say
Pray for peace, people everywhere!
Listen to what I say

The Child, the Child, sleeping in the night

He will bring us goodness and light
He will bring us goodness and light


Luke 2:8-20 (New International Version)

8 And there were shepherds living out in the fields nearby, keeping watch over their flocks at night. 9 An angel of the Lord appeared to them, and the glory of the Lord shone around them, and they were terrified. 10 But the angel said to them, “Do not be afraid. I bring you good news of great joy that will be for all the people. 11 Today in the town of David a Savior has been born to you; he is Christ the Lord. 12 This will be a sign to you: You will find a baby wrapped in cloths and lying in a manger.” 13 Suddenly a great company of the heavenly host appeared with the angel, praising God and saying, 14 “Glory to God in the highest, and on earth peace to men on whom his favor rests.” 15 When the angels had left them and gone into heaven, the shepherds said to one another, “Let’s go to Bethlehem and see this thing that has happened, which the Lord has told us about.” 16 So they hurried off and found Mary and Joseph, and the baby, who was lying in the manger. 17 When they had seen him, they spread the word concerning what had been told them about this child, 18 and all who heard it were amazed at what the shepherds said to them. 19 But Mary treasured up all these things and pondered them in her heart. 20 The shepherds returned, glorifying and praising God for all the things they had heard and seen, which were just as they had been told. 

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TODAY THE WORDS are I DON’T NEED MY PRESENTS WRAPPED. Sometimes, the topic for the blog comes out of nowhere but this one came about when Greg and I were discussing we had the presents wrapped or in gift bags as we always do. It is an inside family joke for everyone to save their bags as they will see them again next year. This got me to thinking because my most precious gifts I have ever received don’t need wrapping as I can see them clearly.I thought I would share my “favorite” things with all of you.
1) My daughter who came into my life and changed it forever for the better. She is such a joy for me to be called her Mom. Each call, each visit, each card, and each hug is so precious to me. No diamond on this earth can compare with her brilliance. I would not want her beauty to be hid under some wrapping paper as I love to see her beautiful blue eyes and her million dollar smile and nothing can compare with the “I love you bunches” from her on a text.
2) Even though my wonderful husband came later in my life; he has made up for lost time and made a woman who wondered if true love existed a true believer. We laugh, we cry together, we tease each other, and we can take whatever life throws at us because we know we will get through it together. He had me at hello; I never want to say goodbye. He is the head of our household and what I appreciate is he wants my input. Oh, he will argue and say I run the ship but he knows how much I value his “take charge” attitude. He didn’t ride in on a white horse but he certainly fits my Prince Charming and I know him; he would never agree to hide in a box so I love his strength; I love his caring self; and I love he will go to anyone’s rescue.
3) My sister is so precious to me. She is my link to our family which has shrunk. She is my link to my childhood. She is my friend and she is so beautiful to me. Now, I could see her letting me string her up with ribbons so we could laugh together but I had rather just stick a bow on her head and giggle together but I would want to see her face. Her family is my family. Her husband is my “brother” instead of an in-law. Her children have always been more to me than niece and nephew. No, I want her out where I can see her and say to her how much I love her and her family.

4) My extended family, and I say kidding, have been extending into a great family. I have been blessed to add two sons to my list of children and I know I am their step mom and they have a good mom but they seem like mine in so many ways. Both of the sons have given us six wonderful grandsons and let me assure you; they would never stay still long enough to wrap them. Each one of them bring us so much joy and individuality. Both sons are blessed to have loving young ladies by their side and all in all, it may be a little rowdy when we get together but I wouldn’t want it any other way. My extended family has added a sister and brother who I have grown to love them as they are now my family. Family is so important and my immediate family has shrunk but God favored me and made my family larger in so many ways and I thank Him.

5) My relatives and friends are too plentiful to fit in any container except my heart. I love all of my aunts, uncles, cousins, and some who may not be blood relatives but have come to be dear to me. I have been blessed to re-connect with so many classmates and friends from years ago. I feel they are like added ornaments to our family tree and fill in the missing spaces. 
6) Our little pets, Bandit and Buster, who show us unconditional love and mischief. They provide us with stories and adventures to talk about without judging us. I might want to put Buster in a box to keep him out of trouble but I couldn’t do without him. Bandit is that comforting, quiet, sweet dog but Buster keeps us laughing and running while Bandit gives.

Now for the deeper thought…..When I think about my precious gifts, I have to be thankful with all of my heart for the Giver of All Gifts and Blessings……Our God; Our Creator; Our Higher Power; and The One who Gave Us the reason we celebrate Christmas as He loved Us So Much He Gave His Only Begotten Son so we can live. No gift is more precious than His Christmas Gift to Us.

James 1:17 ESV 

Every good gift and every perfect gift is from above, coming down from the Father of lights with whom there is no variation or shadow due to change.

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TODAY THE WORDS are WHO STOLE AMERICA? We have read the story and seen the movie The Grinch who stole Christmas but the subject for today is “WHO STOLE AMERICA?” Watching the news and seeing so many things which are not part of what I believe our country was founded on….I wondered where did the America…The United States of America….our beloved country go and who has stolen it and its principles.
I don’t think our country or any country is perfect and maybe it is because I have gotten older and perhaps wiser; I see our country being hijacked. People claim they want equality but more than equality; they demand someone who disagrees with them be silenced. People scream acceptance; they however don’t accept others beliefs. People say, “Separation between church and state”; they don’t want prayer unless it is a non Christian religion and then oh yeah we have to allow that. The same folks say keep God out but put Muhammed in school books. What’s up with that? I feel we should allow both. Give people a choice and not demand either. The reason I say this and I am a Christian is how this country was founded. Let’s take a look.
People who felt they did not have freedom of religion and speech. Let’s not go backwards in our country. I may not feel a certain religion matches my personal convictions; but I feel everyone should be able to express their beliefs without feeling of persecution. Wasn’t that the very thing our forefathers fought for and many died. My rights should be honored as others are honored. I want to touch on what I heard as “micro-aggression” mentioned on the news. Now, if I may give you my thoughts on a touchy subject. What if a person doesn’t believe in God…do they have rights? God, who I believe in supports “choice of belief”. But my thoughts are that is their choice; not mine and my beliefs should not be subjected to their non belief. There are so many things which exist in this country and world which I don’t agree with or believe in. This doesn’t mean I have the right to do away with them or say I can’t see them. Who has that power? 
Now for the deeper thought…….By fooling ourselves to believe we have to be politically correct; we have lost the moral gauge. We do not have to give in and surrender our Christian beliefs while we accept others may not believe as we do. At the same time we need to stand firm we as Christians have rights and they are important. I will always say Merry Christmas but I don’t have a problem if someone is celebrating Hanukkah or any other religious celebration. But as for me and my house we will serve the Lord. The point of this message is we have allowed others to speak up louder and if we want our Country returned……Speak up for your religious rights. We all deserve to be heard.


Proverbs 14:12 ESV

There is a way that seems right to a man, but its end is the way to death.

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Our last Christmas with Whiskers who tried his best to join in on the celebration.

TODAY THE WORDS are A TRIBUTE TO WHISKERS. With our latest rescue dog, Buster making a lot of commotion; we get caught up in his antics. He had filled a void in our hearts and Bandit, our rescued Yorkie when Whiskers passed away a few years ago. I thought I would pay a tribute to our Whiskers or as we would teasingly call him our little Wikki man. 
Whiskers came to us by fate. I was brokering group health insurance in Augusta and called on an auto repair business. I had dressed in a suit with heels and was sitting in the waiting room when I saw a sign (which we still have) “Free puppy to a good home” on cardboard attached to the counter. A small bowl of water and food was below. As I waited, the owner came over to me and told me it would be a few minutes before we could meet and oh by the way, “Do you want a dog?” I quickly answered, “No!” since I traveled and we didn’t have a fenced in back yard. I immediately told him, since he did business with my husband through the car business, not to tell Greg about the dog since he had been “hounding” me for one for about a year.
Long story short, and with me not knowing “Whiskers” was behind the door where I was sitting close to it, he opened the door and out came Whiskers. He made the rounds in the room, stopping in front of each person sitting and his tail was wagging whether they were old, young, white, black, or Hispanic. Whiskers loved people and even though he was friendly to all; when he got to my chair; he looked up with his brown eyes at me and claimed me. He sat down and waited. I text Greg and asked, “Do you want a dog?” and my husband didn’t ask what kind, how big, or anything, but immediately text me, “GET THE DOG!!” So off we went, me in my suit and heels with Whiskers in my arms to be our dog. We later heard the stories of how he had been abandoned in the neighbor’s yard with a note, “We can no longer take care of Whiskers. Find him a good home.”
  And now for the rest of the story….We found out Whiskers had seizures and the vet said he was around 1 1/2 years old and was a mixed Terrier and Schnauzer so in other words, a Schnerrier as we like to say. When he was 9 1/2 years old, after being told dogs who have seizures normally live only a few years, we had our last night with a dog who had made our life one adventure after another. He made us smile; he would greet us in the afternoon after being left all day long on his hind legs like a child with his legs uplifted to take me. He entertained and was ready to ride at any given moment. Each seizure would make us wonder if this was the one who would take him from us but after he made it through; he would act as if he was asking us “What happened; I am ready to play!” Oh how we enjoyed our Whiskers. He and Bandit played and in the end, Bandit came and gave Whiskers some ear sugar as if he was telling him it was okay. He stayed close until Whiskers took his final ride to the sky. If we humans would love like dogs love; if we would be unselfish as they are; and if we would be as forgiving as dogs are; life would be a great adventure. 


1 John 4:18 ESV 

There is no fear in love, but perfect love casts out fear. For fear has to do with punishment, and whoever fears has not been perfected in love.

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Do you hear the Christ child crying, do you hear Him cry?
From the manger to the cross, the people let him die.
He made the blind see, and raised the dead.
But He died so we could live; so why oh why does He Cry?
Do you hear the Christ child crying, do you hear Him cry?
He loved the children and said Come unto Me.
He offered us salvation only through His name.
He held all of us sinners in His Heart without blame
But He died so we could live, so why Oh why does He Cry?
He looks down from the glory of heaven’s sky
And sees so many of the little children die,
Evil is to blame and a tear drops from His eye.
I bled for all of you, children are loved most high.
But I died so you could live, so why Oh why must I cry?
Do you hear the Christ child crying, do you hear him cry?
Why oh why, did I have to die; why do I have to cry?
People, you need to listen as I am the Only One to set you free.
Stop your hate and let the little children safely be.
I died for you to be heavenly. My tears are for thee.
Live for me; you will see I will not cry if you worship Me.
Do you hear the Christ child crying, do you hear Him cry?

Why oh why, did He have to die; why does He still cry?

Note from Arline Miller, blog author and writer of this poem. 12/15/2014
This inspiration came to me at 4 am one morning and it woke me. I have held it until now, but when I keep seeing innocent children being beheaded and killed by other means; my heart keeps returning to this message. Please take a minute, not for my words but for the message in these words. God loves little children who are innocent. We need and should protect all children from harm. During this time of year, let us be humbled and pray for peace and good will on this earth. May God allow love to overcome any hate toward any person or animal. Blessings on you is my Christmas prayer.


TODAY THE WORDS are CHRISTMAS PAST. With the upcoming Christmas season fast approaching, I thought it would be a good idea to step back in the past and stir up some memories of the most favorite times in our lives. This should bring a lot of warmth and nostalgic emotions as it certainly does for me. 
Our family was never wealthy in anything but love. We had our share of problems and to a lot of people, we had to be dysfunctional in so many ways. One of the ways which counted as normal was during Christmas time. Momma and Daddy struggled to make ends meet, but somehow Christmas was always special. Momma would bake a fruitcake and I know how many of you cringed; we loved it and still do til today. We would watch as she would bake it and then wrap apples over the top to keep it moist; we then had to wait. Santa seemed to like our house as he had a habit of storing our presents there. Oh well, you already know what we four children would do; we hunted for the presents and if we found “Santa’s stash”, we carefully unwrapped them, looked at them, and carefully taped them. If I could bottle all of the adrenalin from that adventure, I would be wealthy today. We would act so surprised when it came time to open our unknown presents and would giggle together. As dysfunctional as it was, it brought the four of us children so close. Our parents were pretty smart and I feel they figured it out many times; they never let on to our little secret. I remember my Dad, with Momma’s approval reaching out to other families who were in need. 
People today are so swept up in their own family’s material needs, I feel a lot of that special charity has disappeared. It might be a good idea to bring back “Christmas Past” and share more with our fellow man. I would love to have a piece of Momma’s fruitcake and hear both of my parents laughing and smiling at the wonder of little children. Enjoy this special time of year, share love and gifts with each other. Remember the reason for the season and when you give of yourself, think of the wonderful gift of salvation the Christ child brought to us by his earthly birth and death.
Now for the deeper thought…..As pleasurable as all of the Christmas pasts were….Our thoughts should go to the present Christmas…..What we can do to make someone’s Christmas special. It doesn’t have to be costly, but it is the thought that counts. Even a special prayer, a kind word, an unexpected visit, taking the time to be kind, and better than all of this……spend time with someone who doesn’t realize how important Christmas, Jesus Christ’s birthday is for all of us. Share your testimony and give the person an opportunity to receive the best present he or she can receive…Salvation and Eternal Peace. Wow, what a gift that keeps on giving! 


Proverbs 19:17 ESV 

Whoever is generous to the poor lends to the Lord, and he will repay him for his deed

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This was the last time my Mother came at Christmas and this is a priceless memory. Whiskers, our little dog is no longer with us but he loved Momma and even though she didn’t want to admit it; she loved him too.

TODAY THE WORDS are TAKE MY HAND. This morning, as I occasionally change my cover photo on my face book page, I came across one of my most treasured photos of my Mother and me. As I posted it, and it is the photo at the top of this blog too; I thought of the times my Mother, who had been an independent, “do it myself” person would say to me, “If you can take my hand; I can still walk.” Off we would go, with her small hand in mine to see something or take a walk in her yards.
It gave me the inspiration for this blog.
Life is such a simple circle and it is only because we sometimes choose to step outside the circle; we find difficulty. Let me elaborate on this theory: A small child starts out laying on a surface or held by the Mother or Father. The child as it begins to focus and see things; the motion in the arms and legs are more actively seen. As time and curiosity advances, the child begins to scoot or roll and the movement begins. A child is seen attempting to use the legs, buttocks, or even head to begin the crawl. The idea of how they change their view encourages the movement and they begin to explore. 

Yesterday, I saw a young toddler begin his “walk” and I responded the parents’ lives will never be the same and to enjoy the chase and that is what it truly is….A chase! But what I want to focus on is the time before the child, as Bentley did, start to walk on his own. I can assure you from personal experience, there were many “walks” with the parents holding his hands and helping steady his feet. I can’t count how many of those walks we guided with our daughter.

We then go through life feeling indestructible and we don’t want any help. We get confident we can handle it all. We don’t need the hand holding; we run; we seek; we sometimes find our way; we sometimes get lost; and all in all, we usually don’t reach out for the steady hand. We stumble; we rise; we fall; and we try again. This is all part of life and this is the part I refer to us stepping outside the circle.
Then we get discouraged if we are not careful from the falls and having to get up again. What is easy to do is to stay down and not try again. We can blame this or that; but we stay down. The ones who realize what they learned as a child reaching a hand out to the parent for steady walks; it is that time again. Reach out for the Master; Our Eternal Father and with Him holding our hands; we begin to walk again. The old gospel hymn comes to my mind, “Take my hand, Precious Lord“.
Now for the deeper thought……As we age, our gait becomes unsteady in the physical realm; our spirits can remain strong and steady by holding on to the Father’s Hand. My Mother knew to ask for help in both ways; she depended on her loved ones to help her in this life; she held God’s hand and thanked Him regularly for holding her heart and soul in His Hands.  

Isaiah 41:13-14 ESV

For I, the Lord your God, hold your right hand; it is I who say to you, “Fear not, I am the one who helps you.” Fear not, you worm Jacob, you men of Israel! I am the one who helps you, declares the Lord; your Redeemer is the Holy One of Israel.

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A former classmate of mine in her Christmas attire, Clara Knight enjoying the Season.

TODAY THE WORDS are JINGLE JINGLE.  As the Christmas holiday is nearing, I have noticed a change in the atmosphere in a lot of people. I hear a recount of what there is to do and I agree there is always a lot to do around this time of year, especially for those of us still working or the families with small children or grandchildren.

I would like to share a lesson learned from getting older and hopefully wiser. All of the hoop de la is not the real reason for Christmas. I have had my share of trying to find the right present only to see what I call “the look” when the person opened it. It used to be such a hassle to please everyone; if that is even possible. I have spent years of baking, cooking, cleaning, wrapping, planning, only to find out not everyone likes everything I cook, bake, or buy. I made myself miserable to make the very dish I thought would be the best; the dish they would be talking about forever……..trust me I made myself miserable. I have looked back at the pictures and have seen how tired I looked. For me, I was giving of myself to others. Not! I was trying to impress! I had to learn to be sane during holidays. 

Here is how I figured out how to remain sane and actually enjoy the family gatherings and myself during Christmas especially. It doesn’t matter what everyone likes to eat. Try to make the traditional dishes with a lot of diversity and lots of sweets. It is one meal, not a lifetime of healthy eating. All of the skinny ones just grin and bear this one meal. You will not get fat from one indulgent meal so for all of the meal preparers, make all of the dishes you want to make and have the ones who have to watch their physique or as we say in the South, their figures; to bring a salad and be miserable. Christmas gift cards work fine and everyone gets what they want…..cold and non feeling you say? How many times have you seen “that look”? Oh it is not cold; it is smart thinking and so much less to wrap. I may start giving the gift cards out on Thanksgiving and let all of the young people fight Black Friday. They can buy the gifts, wrap them and bring them to our house for the gift exchange. At least “the look” wouldn’t occur. 

The Reason for the Season, Jesus Christ is born.

Now for the deeper thought…… As if it can get deeper…….Jingle bells, jingle bells! I want to enjoy the special birthday party and relax in the spirit for the season and forget the commercialism of Christmas! As you read this, I already know this will not be the case for many of you; I have been there many Christmases and now older; I see the “Light”. Christmas is LOVE and not for the presents. We received the best present when Jesus Christ was born.  May your Christmas be blessed and May God’s love shine in the midst of the commotion.

For to us a child is born, to us a son is given, and the government will be on his shoulders. And he will be called Wonderful Counselor, Mighty God, Everlasting Father, Prince of Peace. Of the increase of his government and peace there will be no end. He will reign on David’s throne and over his kingdom, establishing and upholding it with justice and righteousness from that time on and forever. The zeal of the LORD Almighty will accomplish this. (Isaiah 9:6-7)

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