If Snowflakes Were Wishes…(A Wish for Your Imperfect Christmas)

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Listen, I tell you a mystery: We will not all sleep, but we will all be changed— in a flash, in the twinkling of an eye, at the last trumpet. For the trumpet will sound, the dead will be raised imperishable, and we will be changed. 1 Corinthians 15:51-52

Imagine if snowflakes were wishes we could send one another? Imagine each unique flake, a pure white reminder of of His love? Of His mercies… of our gifts, falling from Heaven? What is it about snow that entices our imagination, heightens the senses, rekindles within us a flicker of childhood joy?

Imagine that beautiful Christmas tree, a memory of everlasting grace, of One so willing to take our place. What is it about that pristine triangle shaped Evergreen, that inspires our hopes, dreams; causes us to remember a lifetime of Christmas wishes.

Christmastime, like any other time, is not meant to be perfect. Remember that, my friends. Maybe you’ve no parties to attend, no family close by, no presents this year.

  Maybe, Christmas feels like a bully that barges into your life, while you’re still picking up pieces from yesterday’s heartache. Maybe, Christmas magnifies your loneliness, your empty womb, your broken heart. Maybe, Christmas feels just like the last straw, a mockery of your current circumstance. 

You’re tired of the Nativity scene, and those who are arguing over the details. Tired of hearing everybody’s opinions, or at least the fighting over who is right and wrong. You are weary from all of the politically correctness surrounding a season that strays dangerously far from simply adoring Him.

But wait…I promise, there is hope for tomorrow. If God allows tomorrow to come, will He not be there? Is He not a God of His word? We adore Him every day, and more importantly, friend, He adores us. See, He is not distracted by our shortcomings, or our waywardness. He came because He loves; is Love.

So your if Christmas falls short of perfect, this year, will you remember something? 
Our perfect lives will come. Not now, but later. In the twinkling of an eye…
 For the Lord himself will come down from heaven, with a loud command, with the voice of the archangel and with the trumpet call of God, and the dead in Christ will rise first. After that, we who are still alive and are left will be caught up together with them in the clouds to meet the Lord in the air. And so we will be with the Lord forever. Therefore encourage one another with these words.
1 Thessalonians 4:16-18
Friend, I don’t know your circumstances, but I know the One who does. 
My wish for you this season is that you would know the One who is a shelter in every season. That when mother, father, husband, wife and child fail…and all will- in due season, because we do. It is in our genes- We fail one another, in our humanity. But, my wish for you is that, instead of looking at all that is not good, you would cast your eyes upon the One who promises His presence, long after the presents are forgotten, after the tinsel taken down from the tree and after the last decoration packed away. He remains. He longs for you to see Him. Beyond the manger, beyond the Star, beyond the stories…He longs to restore your soul. Just sit in the quietness of His presence. Or stand in the snow and listen. Let the snowflakes remind you of His love.
Wishing you peace this holiday season.
Therefore the Lord himself will give you a sign: The virgin will conceive and give birth to a son, and will call him Immanuel. Isaiah 7:14

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In His Grace, Dawn

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I Might Weep

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…weeping may remain for a night,
    but rejoicing comes in the morning.
Psalm 30:5

I sit and wait
away the hours
daring to breathe
and feel
remembering who I was
who I am
who I dare not be
my eyes do mist
remembering
 the girl I kissed
is she there?
is she there?
and I know I swear
curse the name
with fear
 cling to the dreams gone by
all gone
 awry
sick inside
at the love that’s died
has it died?
is it there?
Is it there?
Where do dreams go when they shrivel small,
turn to memories
of lies?
If I take too long 
writing words for song
like the songs we sang
in the days long gone-
I know I might weep,
cause the dream can’t keep
when the darkness steals
what love alone
can’t heal
and the lies creep into the bones.
Linking as always with the most amazing poets in the 
blogosphere @dVerse Poets Pub.
Linking also with Emily:

I want to leave the comments off 
friends but thank you if you came by to read my words.
Sometimes just releasing our words is enough.
I appreciate you all, just keeping it quiet for this round. 
May God bless you and make His face shine upon you…

How Do You Say Goodbye?

For none of us lives to himself alone and none of us dies to himself alone. If we live, we live to the Lord; and if we die, we die to the Lord. So, whether we live or die, we belong to the Lord.
Romans 14:7-9


How do you say goodbye,
to the one you have looked in the eye?
Who has thrown your first ball,
watched you grow tall,
tasted your first apple pie.
How do you say goodbye,
when the tears muffled, cause but a sigh?
When you sit and count  hours and breaths 
wondering why any, at all must die.
How do you say goodbye,
to a marriage, a dad, or a man?
Who has held you together,
with the calm of his way-
reached out to hold your hand?
How do you say goodbye,
to the husband, the friend, the one?
Who stayed through the years,
through laughter and tears,
the raising of each precious son?
How do you say goodbye,
to the man who spun you around?
Whimsical swirl, magical twirl
feet never touching the ground. 
How do you say goodbye,
to a lifetime friend?
From first grade to marriage
wives, cars and 
baby carriage,
a friend from beginning to end.
How do you say goodbye
to a sister, a brother, a love?
Each passing year,
with love and with care-
tenderness snug as a glove.
How do you say goodbye,
to a leader, a father, a grand?
Dedicated, gentle, smiling,
remember now, if you can.
Hang onto the man you remember,
hang onto the man that you know, 
hang onto his memory, dear ones,
in our hearts his memory does glow.
Dedicated to the family and friends, and all who know and love Angelo Paoletta.

Clinging to this memory of my  Father In Law twirling me around the dance floor on my wedding day, leading me, smiling and so full of life.
He dances on in my memory and heart forever.

Friends, I will be taking a blogging break during this time – however your understanding, patience and prayers are appreciated. Although I may not respond consistently during this time- I do get your comments right to my phone and e-mails, I am grateful for your kind words and friendship.

God Bless you my friends. 

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