Do not worry

I know many of us are worried about money. Some of can barely get through a normal month, and now Christmas is coming.

Society tells us we need to give all these great gifts to others.

Stores run great sales with huge percentages off regularly priced merchandise.

Still it costs something. So once again our eyes are taken off Jesus in the effort to celebrate Christmas. How ironic is that?

I was reading Matthew chapter six this morning. In the margin I have written,

WORRY- Casting doubt on God to take care of us.

Wow!

Here's part of chapter six from the New Revised Standard Version.

“Therefore I tell you, do not worry about your life, what you will eat or what you will drink, or about your body, what you will wear. Is not life more than food, and the body more than clothing? 26 Look at the birds of the air; they neither sow nor reap nor gather into barns, and yet your heavenly Father feeds them. Are you not of more value than they? 27 And can any of you by worrying add a single hour to your span of life? 28 And why do you worry about clothing? Consider the lilies of the field, how they grow; they neither toil nor spin, 29 yet I tell you, even Solomon in all his glory was not clothed like one of these. 30 But if God so clothes the grass of the field, which is alive today and tomorrow is thrown into the oven, will he not much more clothe you—you of little faith? 31 Therefore do not worry, saying, ‘What will we eat?’ or ‘What will we drink?’ or ‘What will we wear?’ 32 For it is the Gentiles who strive for all these things; and indeed your heavenly Father knows that you need all these things. 33 But strive first for the kingdom of God and his righteousness, and all these things will be given to you as well.

34 “So do not worry about tomorrow, for tomorrow will bring worries of its own. Today’s trouble is enough for today.


Don't forget what the season is really about. Jesus.

I hope if I keep my eyes on HIM, I'll worry less and enjoy these days before Christmas more.

I hope you do too!

Everyday hero

Today I sit by my window writing and look down at my backyard. My throat's sore, and my eyes sting from allergies. I tried working outside but didn't last long.

My sweet husband, Tim, is outside by himself raking pine needles to use as mulch on our garden.

A horde of young girls have pulled up on skateboards behind our house to enjoy the neighborhood sidewalk. They are giggling and having a good time. At one point they even had flutophones and were playing them. If you knew how much my husband detests flutophones, you'd know how funny it is.

He continued to work while the girls played and talked and never once complained.

Yesterday, we watched two-year old Brooke all day. Once I took the dog out, and Tim held Brook in his arms down on the patio. I could hear him talking to her about how many fingers she had on each hand. He drained the hot tub yesterday, and of course Brooke wanted to help. Tim always works fast, no matter what he does. But he slowed his pace to allow Brooke and me to help with the hot tub.

All kinds of people,do big heroic things. This weekend, Tim may not have done anything newsworthy, but he's my hero.

God Bless America

It's almost over except for counting the votes.

When I walked into the building to vote, I saw a man lying on the floor and a woman lying on a couch.

One elderly lady passed out and fell backwards knocking three others over during her fall. At least three of these people went ahead and voted. It was being debated whether the other person would need to go to the hospital.

I saw on the news one lady voted while in labor on her way to the hospital.

People voted in shelters and tents in areas hit by hurricane Sandy.

One voter wrote in names of his father, college professor, and dorm director in positions unopposed. What an honor. This kid actually put some thought into those positions instead of checking the obvious vote.

My stomach is in knots as I watch the election returns.

Whatever happens, I hope and pray God will bless America.