Laced With Grace

“And she gave birth to her first-born son; and she wrapped Him in cloths, and laid Him in a manger, because there was no room for them in the inn.”
Luke 2:7

With the eyes of my heart I look over the young girl’s shoulder and watch as she begins to wrap the newborn baby in the cloths she had packed all those days ago before they began the long, arduous journey. She cradles His hand in her own, counting the tiny fingers once again – pressing them to her lips in a tender kiss.
The promised gift has come in the form of helpless babe.

The years slip swiftly by, and I see the questions and wonder in her eyes as she looks across the table at hands grown calloused from work at the carpenter’s bench – hands that held tightly to hers not so very long ago.

I see tears fill her eyes as the day comes for Him to leave the childhood home and begin the work He has come to do. What pride and joy shine from those same eyes as she watches those hands reach out to heal and minister to the needs of those that follow after Him.

Just three short years later, and there is unbearable pain and anguish in her eyes as she looks at those precious hands splayed out on a wooden beam – pierced and bleeding. Hours later, did she once again tenderly cradle those hands as they prepared His body for burial?

Afterward they gathered together, those who had loved Him and were devastated by the loss. Was she there too? Did she look with eyes filled with fear when He suddenly appeared in their midst, or did those mother eyes recognize her child in this risen Lord? Did she hear Him say:

“See My hands and My feet, that it is I myself; touch me and see, for a spirit does not have flesh and bones as you see that I have.”
Luke 24:39

Those precious hands, once so tiny and helpless, now forever scarred with the imprint of a love that cannot be measured. No longer the hands of her child, they were the hands of her Lord.

Blessings,
Linda

“Therefore I say to you, do not worry about your life, what you will eat or what you will drink; nor about your body, what you will put on. Is not life more than food and the body more than clothing?” Matthew 6:25 (NKJV)

Does the fact that Christmas is just ten days away make you cringe or even panic?  Do you have a list of things that need to be done or purchased and realize that nothing has been crossed off your list yet?

For the past five or so years I have learned not to allow these things get me down.  Unfortunately I had to learn the hard way when chronic illness crept into my life like a thief in the night robbing me of the stamina I once had in order to accomplish the things I thought I needed to get done for the Christmas season.   I have learned that my home does need to be perfectly decorated; I do not have to bake everyone’s favorite Christmas cookie, candy, or cake; or have the perfect Christmas dinner; or the perfect tree with all the special trimmings; or spend a fortune for gifts.

I’ve learned that what people really want – those closest to us – is our special attention.  We can find ourselves so busy with all the holiday trappings that we neglect the very people we claim to be doing all the fuss for.

This past Sunday afternoon I had a Women’s Christmas Tea for the ladies of our church in our home.  I not only wanted to show my love and appreciation for each of them, but I also wanted them to know that we can have a wonderful time of fellowship without all the hype and fuss.  I knew my limits as well.  Other than the usual weekly cleaning that my husband always helps me with, I did not worry that everything had to look spotless or beautifully decorated.  I decided that since it was an afternoon Tea, that the food would be simple as well.  I furnished the hot tea and sparkling punch along with a tray of freshly baked scones and mini muffins purchased from my new friend who has a lovely Bed & Breakfast and Tea Room in Pottsville, PA.  I had the ladies bring cookies for a cookie exchange using one dozen from each lady for all to share at the tea.  To make it even simpler I purchased Christmas paper plates, cups and napkins.  I did not want the focus to be on the food or a beautifully decorated table.  I wanted the focus to be on the fellowship with one another as well as the real reason for this special season – Jesus.  We had prayer and devotion; a white elephant gift exchange; Christmas Pictionary; and a great time of fellowship and laughter too.  The two hours set for the Tea flew by way too fast!

This year there will not be any homemade cookies or candies from me.  Although, those who know me are probably thankful to hear this since for some reason my cookies never turn out like they should.  My husband and I will enjoy a few Christmas gatherings with the church, some extended family members and our small but precious family (mom and our daughter Heather and family).  Knowing my physical limitations we chose carefully which gatherings we attend as well as limit the amount of time spent at each gathering so as to not overly exhaust myself .  I’ve learned that I do not have to be supper woman and do everything myself.  My daughter and grandson love to help with the Christmas preparations.

In simplifying my life I have been able to give the gift that each family member desires from me – the gift of quality time with ME.   In so doing, we can all enjoy the real reason for this special season – God’s precious Gift to each of us – Jesus

“Thanks be to God for His indescribable gift!”  2 Corinthians 9:15 (NKJV)

A couple of months ago I heard a song called, ”The Maker of Miracles” and my mind started running through all the miracles connected with Jesus birth. Miracle after miracle. I started wondering if as we celebrate the Christmas season if it puts God in a miracle mood.

As the days of November came and went, I started noticing every time I opened my Bible, I saw a miracle. I realized it’s not Christmas that puts God in a miracle mooed, Christmas puts me in a place where I see them more.

What exactly is a miracle to you?

To me it’s a special display of God’s power, one that is either seen or felt. Sometimes we see a special display of God’s power in our lives and we recognize it as a miracle. Then sometimes the miracle is when we are able to stand to our feet and keep going by the power of God. I think especially of people who lose a child or a spouse, and they know that it’s only by the power of God that they can keep going, a miracle. We like the ones that are seen better than the ones that are felt, but both are miracles.

Are you hoping for a miracle in some area of your lift this Christmas season? Maybe, you have given up hope of a miracle. Do you know the first time hope appears in the Bible is connected with a woman who desperately needed a miracle?

In Joshua 2, we find the story of Rahab , a woman whose who live was about to be literally destroyed, and she needed a miracle. She asked that God would spare her and her family from all the destruction that was coming. If your familiar with the story, you may remember Rahab helped the spies escape by letting them down a rope.

Then she let them down by a rope through the window… Joshua 2:15 ESV

When you see that word “rope” in the original language it means exactly what you think the word rope means. But as she talks to the spies the word changes to cord, a very different word from rope.

Behold, when we come into the land, you shall tie this scarlet cord in the window through which you let us down… Joshua 2:18 ESV

They are talking about the same physical object, but the word changed from “rope” to “cord”. The word cord is ‘tiqva’ in the Hebrew, meaning hope. Every other place we see ‘tiqva’ it reads as hope.

Rahab had a choice to make, she had to decide what to do with the hope that she held in her hands. As she tied her hope in her window for all to see in reality she was tying her hope to God. Biblical hope is always tied to God.

Our hopes when we tie them to God will see a display of His power ~ a miracle that is either seen or felt. Rahab tied her hope and then had to wait. I wonder if as she waited if she was like us, a full range of emotions during the waiting time. Do you think she felt like giving up as she waited? Do you think she thought about taking that cord out of her window and doing something on her own? Really do you think the idea of hanging a cord out the window for all to see is how she wanted her miracle to come? Personally, I would have preferred if the spies had said something like, ‘we’ll wait while you get your family and then we’ll hide you in a safe house.’ Not, have a scarlet cord hanging out the window hoping when they came to destroy her people they would spare her.

Can you imagine her voice wavering as she explained to her family that she had placed her hopes for the future in a cord in the window?

This Christmas, maybe like me you have something you need a miracle in, would willing to tie that hope to God, realizing we always get the miracle. Sometimes it’s one we see and sometimes it’s one we feel, but never will we be abandoned when our hope is in God!

I taught on this the other night and went into much more detail of some principles we can pull out from this section. If you would like to hear it you can click here for the audio or here to listen via itunes, both are free also.

Merry Christmas!