Our God, The Giver Of Gifts. © D. Raborn

advent candlesOur God, the giver of gifts.

During the past few weeks of Advent, the candles of Peace, Hope, and Joy have been lit.

In four days we will light the Advent candle of love.  Peace, Hope, Joy, Love.

Don’t we all yearn for these God-given gifts in our lives?

The Holy Spirit, our Comforter, helps us to keep these sacred gifts of Peace, Hope, Joy, and Love in our Soul and to use them appropriately and abundantly.

As with any gifts received, a thankful and appreciative heart brings us closer to the gift-giver.  

Our God, the giver of gifts.

A Hill to Die On © D. Raborn

Colina_de_las_Cruces_Lituania_Hill Crosses St Stephen's

Hill of Crosses (click to enlarge)

It’s not a hill to die on” is an expression my husband introduces to me early in our marriage. Although, over the years he shares a treasure-trove of expressions from his childhood, I’d never heard that one. And, it’s true. When you think about it, there are so many instances when one can and should refrain from entering the melee. Not every situation needs our immediate, individual attention and direction. This is, indeed, an important life lesson and learned leadership skill.

I’m Happy Today

I’m Happy Today – 3 year old sweetie. 

I’m Happy Today

I’m happy today, I’m happy today.
In Jesus Christ I’m happy today
Because He’s taken all my sins away
And that’s why I’m happy today.

I’m praying today, I’m praying today.
In Jesus Christ I’m praying today
Because He’s taken all my sins away
And that’s why I’m happy today.

I’m singing today, I’m singing today.
In Jesus Christ I’m singing today
Because He’s taken all my sins away
And that’s why I’m happy today.

Leaving Home, Finding a Place © D. Raborn

“bloom where you’re planted”

“bloom where you’re planted”

It is just seconds after take-off on a flight out of a growing metropolitan area when a new mother with infant watches her beloved homeland fade away. Her petite mom grows smaller on the tarmac; but the beige scarf she holds can still be seen fluttering in a fervent wave.

Alone on an empty row with her sweet baby son nestled in her arms, tears begin to flow in a slow, feverish descent. The outpouring quickens, trampling down her face as uncontrollable sobs shake her small frame.

This woman is me and I’ve clearly lost my place.

“Is everything all right? What can I do to help?” the kind United co-pilot kneeling in the aisle beside me asks.

“I-I’m m-mov-ing t-to Can-Can-a-da” I stutter while sobbing.