Friday, December 27, 2024

Christmas '93 Rerun

This was originally posted on my blog on September 16, 2017

 

I found another treasure in my old computer files—our Christmas letter from 1993. Some fun memories, some I hardly remember at all.

 

Christmas 1993, Montgomery, Alabama

 

Dear Family and Friends,

 

What a joy it is to again celebrate the coming of our Lord Jesus to earth! And whether they know why or not, most people, at this time of year, feel a special sense of kindness and hope. We pray that those of us who know Jesus will use this opportunity to share with others why they can have hope and joy.

 

It has been another fun year for us. Murray changed jobs. Again. He now works for a home health agency, providing Occupational Therapy services to people in their own homes. His favorite part of the job is teasing old people about how old they are.

 

The kids are growing up. Kathy's trying to figure out where all the rumors come from about stay-at-home moms being bored and having too much time on their hands. Kathy has been reading a lot, and spends time trying to teach children letters and numbers and adjectives and Bible stories and manners. It's very difficult.

 

As our babies grow into little people who do things, we can't put into words how overwhelmed we are at what a wonderful gift God gave us in our children. Sarah will be two in January, and she is growing up. We've always been convinced that she's probably the cutest baby ever born. Now that she's changing into a little girl, she's staying just as cute. She loves to give hugs and kisses and to pat and rub our backs. She's crazy about her brother and sister ("La-La and BEH- buh") and she's learning a lot from them. She sounds just like Rebecca when she says, "Don't!" and just like Caleb when she says, "No!"

 

Sarah had an appointment with a pediatric optometrist In November and, after apparently being able to see almost nothing except light 14 months ago, she now sees everything in front of her (maybe a little near-sighted). We give God and prayer all the credit for this miraculous change.

 

Rebecca turned three this September, and she continues to amaze us with how grown up she seems. Recently she told us, "I want to go to heaven now and see Jesus." We told her that would sure be good for her, but we would like her to wait and stay with us a while longer. We told her that when she's a little older, she can have Jesus come live in her heart, and that would be almost as good as going to heaven. She said, "I can't see Him in my heart; I can feel Him."

 

Caleb, too, who will be four in January, is becoming quite a big boy. Unfortunately, he seems to have forgotten the Chinese he knew when he came here, but it is awfully cute to hear our little Chinese boy talking with a southern accent. For example, he loves to drink "MEE- ulk" for breakfast.

 

One of the cutest things he says is to tell us that he is some other person, usually someone he's just been with. When he's been in Diane's class at church, he comes home and says, "Mommy, I'm Diane." When he's been at his swimming lesson at the YMCA, where Amy is his teacher, he says, "I'm Amy." One morning Kathy read the kids a book about a moose. That afternoon someone asked Caleb what his name was, and he said, "I'm a moose." Caleb seems to have recently remembered, and talks about, his missionary parents in Taiwan, Ted and Bev. We are surprised but glad that he recalls that important part of his life.

 

As required by immigration services, we re-adopted Caleb in Alabama this year. Then, we took him to the Immigration office in Atlanta and he received a certificate of citizenship. After that Caleb often told us, "I'm a citizen." He is now going, two mornings a week, to a preschool for hearing and visually impaired kids. He seems to like school, but about the only thing he'll tell Kathy about it when he gets home is, "Mommy, I ride the school bus!"

 

Rebecca goes two different mornings a week to a preschool at Dalraida (del RAY duh) Baptist Church near here and, after a rocky start ("It wasn't a good day, but we have stickers") seems to be enjoying herself.

 

Murray was elected to be a deacon in our church this year. There was some question as to what his duties would be. Someone suggested that he be in charge of keeping rodents off the church property. Finally, though, he was put in charge of what is called the "Contact Care Ministry." This involves keeping in touch with members of the congregation who have spiritual, physical, financial or other needs and attempting to coordinate the services of the congregation to meet these needs.

 

Also, Murray has taken up a new hobby, collecting hats. If you come across a really unusual hat, please feel free to send it to us. He still feels the call to be a preacher, so please pray about that. (For him, or for the unexpecting church?) We've joined the new choir at church, and the leader (called Adolph, for his hard-driving ways) is glad Kathy is there to "round off Murray's rough edges." Perhaps a family gospel album is in store. NOT!!

 

We are also teaching the junior high/high school Sunday school class, currently studying the book of Mark. We are a little sad when half way through a day's lesson kids ask, "Now what book are we reading?", but excited when they (each required at the end of class to ask one question about that day's Bible text) ask insightful questions. Our time is not wasted. We are not really sure where the Lord Jesus is taking us or how He plans to use us, but we're astonished at what's gone on to this point, so we know it's going to be good.

 

Murray and Kathy for all

 

"I know that my Redeemer lives, and that in the end he will stand upon the earth. And after my skin has been destroyed, yet in my flesh I will see God." Job 19:25-26

 

    "You will be with child and give birth to a son, and you are to give him the name Jesus." Luke 1:31 

Friday, December 20, 2024

What a Gift

Jesus, you had everything you could ever want in Heaven—except us.

So you left comfort I can’t even begin to imagine to come down to get us.

What a gift.

 

Father God, you wanted to save us, to love us, to give us an amazing new life …

So you were willing to let your son go, to release him so he could pay for our sin.

What a gift.

 

What sorrow, what horror you suffered for us.

What love you must hold in your heart for us.

What tenderness, what patience you still show to us, as we struggle to believe and accept what you offer.

 

We celebrate the baby.

We study the man who taught us about the father.

We weep at the cross.

Our eyes spring open wide at the resurrection

We plead for the prayers you make for us now that you are back at your father’s side.

What a gift.

 

Isaiah 9:6-7:

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 greatness 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.     

Friday, December 13, 2024

Guest Author, Barbara M. Britton

 

Thank you, Barb, for sharing with us. This sounds like a mystery with some good twists.

 

We Three Things

 

When this blog post hits, December shopping and festivities will be in full swing. If your schedule is like mine, it is already robust and filled to the brim. Why is it at a time when we should be celebrating the birth of Jesus, we are stressed out, overcommitted, and possibly under the weather with winter viruses?

The activities surrounding the holidays can fill people with anxiety. If I begin to feel like I will never get everything done, I remember the wisdom of a friend named Pat.

Pat is no longer with us, but her advice lives on in my brain and my heart. Pat died at the age of ninety-two. She lived alone in a two-story house and battled Parkinson’s, a heart issue, macular degeneration that affected her eyesight, and poor bone health. How did she live alone and thrive? She told me that she got up every morning and made sure she did three things. Her list of at least three tasks would change from day to day. Doing this achievable list made her productive and gave her a sense of satisfaction and purpose.

On days when it seems like time is not my friend, I remember the wisdom of Pat. I make sure to get three things done and take a victory lap.

Investing in people is more important than checking off a to-do list. Pat made sure to call friends and send encouraging cards which brightened friends’ days. Pat also spent time with Jesus each day. Pat’s Jesus time was in addition to her three tasks.

This Christmas let’s take a deep breath and remember why we celebrate.

But the angel said to them, “Do not be afraid. I bring you good news of great joy that will be for all people. Today in the town of David a Savior has been born to you; he is Christ the Lord.

Luke 2: 10—11 (NIV)

When stress starts to accumulate, remember Pat’s do-able list of three. Or remember an even greater list of three, the Father, Son, and Holy Spirit.

Merry Christmas! x 3!

 

My latest novel has Emma needing to lean on Jesus during her stressful times.

 


“Escape to Whispering Creek” book blurb:

Emma Uranova enjoys her office job until her boss disappears with the investors' money. To avoid the media storm and false accusations, Emma flees to Whispering Creek, Tennessee to live on her best friend's secluded property. When a temporary position opens up in Nashville, Emma leaves small-town anonymity to pad her depleted bank account. With a handsome new boss and a steady income, Emma believes life is looking up... until she discovers she has transported the scandal in her backpack. Where is God when her life is falling apart?

Wade Donoven is recuperating from a crash that sidelined him from the family electrical business. Worse yet, his prodigal younger brother is getting the glory for Wade's accomplishments. Desperation, and physical setbacks, have him agreeing to let Emma help him manage the business office. But when trouble follows her to his doorstep, Wade must make some difficult choices. Sending Emma back to Whispering Creek may unknowingly place the woman he's come to love in danger.

You can purchase “Escape to Whispering Creek” on Amazon

https://www.amazon.com/Escape-Whispering-Creek-Barbara-Britton-ebook/dp/B0CWLCR93N/ref

or wherever books are sold. Watch the Book Trailer.

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=3wGFdj9gN3I

 

Barb’s Bio:


Barbara M. Britton lives in Wisconsin and writes Christian Fiction for teens and adults. She has a nutrition degree from Baylor University but loves to dip healthy strawberries in chocolate. Barb brings little known Bible characters to light in her Tribes of Israel series. She also writes Christian Contemporary Romance set in Whispering creek, TN. You can find out about Barb’s books on her website, or follow her on Facebook, Twitter, and Goodreads.

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Friday, December 6, 2024

Guest Author, Erma Ullrey: How a Children's Picture Book Came to Life

 

Thank you, Erma, for sharing this with us.

 

Like you, we watched in shock as one hurricane and then another ravaged Florida only to make its way through Tennessee and North Carolina. Pictures captured bits of the devastation these storms inflicted. But people with swollen, red eyes, brave enough to choke out the horror they endured, broke our hearts and prompted us to give.

Whoever said “you don’t know what it’s like until it happens to you” expressed pain and genius in eleven words.

Maybe I sound like a broken record, but I can’t imagine how people get through this life without the Lord! And while it’s true He sends rain on the “just and unjust alike” (Matt.5:45), I’d rather walk through the storm with my hand in His.

 

… Shockwaves hit when the doctor pronounced my husband Bert’s stage 4 cancer diagnosis. Unlike Kubler-Ross’s neat and tidy phases of grief, a disorganized rush of emotions followed. Denial, certainly. Then, the inevitable blur of faith, confusion, strength, weakness, anger, and fear. Like a thousand pinpricks, a crack in my armor began to reveal itself.

“How could a loving God…?” The question that rears its ugly head and torments a believer. In my quiet moments, I behaved more like Jacob. I didn’t have a physical wrestling match with the Lord, but an intense spiritual battle raged.

The doctors had told us the statistical prognosis regarding Bert’s disease spelled “hopeless.” But we determined to weigh those percentages against faith. Yet my wrestling continued.

Thankfully, the Lord invites us in Hebrews to come and reason with Him .



I came, but I was beyond reason. Not that He needed my reminders, but I showed Him all the places in His word where He healed the sick. I cried out, asking Him to show me He was still a miracle-working God. That He cared about what was happening to Bert. That every promise in His word remained true. That He still is our faithful God.

Yet, the more I prayed, the louder the storm grew.

I got in the car to go to lunch with a group of Bible study friends. As I pulled into the parking lot of the restaurant, I again asked God to let me know He was Immanuel-with us.

Beyond frustrated with this unanswered prayer, I walked up to the restaurant, exhaled, and gasped as vapors from my mouth hung in the air. That's when it hit me.

God had answered my prayer through this simple act. Genesis 2:7 says, "Then the Lord God formed man of dust from the ground, and breathed into his nostrils the breath of life..."

Every breath was, is, and always will be proof of God's existence and love.

My wrestling ended there and then. The Lord had given me the proof I’d asked for.

That afternoon, in an effort to capture what God showed me, I penned the first words to A Snowflake's Adventure.

https://www.amazon.com/Snowflakes-Adventure-eMarie/dp/B09HFXX3NC/

...seven years later, my husband is living with cancer and doing well.

A Snowflake's Adventure is the story of God's personal love. To my husband. To me. To every child He's ever created. We are His one-of-a-kind design. Unique. Purposeful. Each and every one of us.

(To the glory of God, we donated this #1 Amazon children’s book through OCC/Samaritan’s Purse to 500+ children around the world on Christmas Day 2021!)

 


https://www.amazon.com/Snowflakes-Adventure-eMarie/dp/B09HFXX3NC/

 

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