BLESSED BEYOND WORDS. . .
As I was listening to the over the top wonderful Christmas
music Christmas Eve, listening to Pastor Jon’s poignant, spirit-filled strong
witness for Christ and Christ alone; as I sat there with my daughter and
granddaughter who wanted to come with me, surrounded by my other family I hold
so dear at the Vine, I was overcome again and again by the unbelievable
never-ending miracles of God.
I mean just glancing around and pondering the Lord’s choice
that I get to be born an American and my country is still free to do or be or
say or thing anything and everything and we are not thrown in prison or
tortured or even killed after we are forced to watch our children be destroyed first.
Or when I see a sister-in-Christ like Libby Dixon whom we
all know is the most loving, joyful, rejoicing, righteous Christian we will
meet, overcome her handicap of deafness by being a super lip reader, and
watching her not only sing a hymn but sign it at the same time and then then to
notice that she is also playing the trumpet well I don’t even thing the word
miracle can do it justice.
Then when we went home to celebrate our Christmas that
evening and having our delicious array of favorite appetizers and seeing all
our little and few special gifts under our tree of lights only, still I am
drowning in the Lord’s shower of blessing upon me and mine.
We all agreed that getting all the Christmas
stuff out for two weeks was a bit much and for us it isn’t a tree and ornaments
anyway and as long as we have Karissa home and Kenzie calling in on the phone,
and especially when Karissa wanted to be sure we had a birthday cake for Jesus so
she made and decorated it so cutely and with such love that surely this is all
we need to know it is Christmas.
