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Will the Christ Child Come?
Will the Christ Child Come?
Written by Gaye Willis
One Christmas we had an interesting experience that I would like to share.
Halfway through December we were doing the regular evening things when there
was a knock at the door. We opened it to find a small package with a beautiful
ceramic lamb inside. We looked at the calendar and realized that the 12 days
of Christmas were beginning! We waited excitedly for the next night's surprise
and only then, with the gift of a matching shepherd, did we realize that
the lamb was part of a nativity set.
Each night we grew more excited to see what piece we would receive.
Each was exquisitely beautiful. The kids kept trying to catch the givers
as we slowly built the scene at the manger and began to focus on Christ's birth.
On Christmas Eve, all the pieces were in place, all but the Baby Jesus.
My 12-year-old son really wanted to catch our benefactors and began
to devise all kinds of ways to trap them. He ate dinner in the minivan,
watching and waiting, but no one came. Finally, we called him in to go through
our family's Christmas Eve traditions. But before the kids went to bed, we
checked the front step - - no Baby Jesus! We began to worry that my son
had scared them off. My husband suggested that maybe they dropped the Jesus
and there wouldn't be anything coming. Somehow, something was missing that Christmas Eve.
There was a feeling that things weren't complete. The kids went to bed and before
I went to bed, I again checked to see if the Jesus had come - - no, the doorstep was empty.
In our family, the kids can open their stockings when they want to, but they have to wait
to open any presents until Dad wakes up. So one by one they woke up very early and I also woke up to watch them. Even before they opened their stockings, each child
checked to see if perhaps during the night the Baby Jesus had come.
Missing that piece of the set seemed to have an odd effect. At least it changed
my focus. I knew there were presents under the tree for me and I was excited
to watch the children open their gifts, but first on my mind was the feeling of
waiting for the ceramic Christ Child. We had opened just about all of the presents
when one of the children found one more for me buried deep beneath the limbs of the tree.
He handed me a small package from my former visiting teaching companion.
This sister was somewhat less-active in the church. I had been her visiting teacher
for a couple of years and then, when she was asked to be a visiting teacher, she requested
to go with me. I had learned over time they didn't have much for Christmas, so that
their focus was on the children. It sounded like she didn't get many gifts to open,
so I had always given her a small package -- new dish towels, the next year's Relief
Society lesson manual -- not much, but something for her to open.
I was touched when at church on the day before Christmas, she had given me this
small package, saying it was just a token of her love and appreciation. As I took
off the bow, I remembered my friendship with her and was filled with gratitude for
knowing her and for her kindness and sacrifice in this giving me a gift. But as the
paper fell away, I began to tremble and cry. There in the small brown box was
the Baby Jesus! He had come!
I realized on that Christmas Day, that Christ will come into our lives in ways that
we don't expect. The spirit of Christ comes into our hearts as we serve one another.
We had waited and watched for Him to come, expecting the dramatic "knock at the door
and scurrying of feet" but He came in a small, simple package that represented service,
friendship, gratitude and love.
This experience taught me that the beginning of the true spirit of Christmas
comes as we open our hearts and actively focus on the Savior. But we will most
likely find Him in the small and simple acts of love, friendship and service that we
give to each other. This Christmas I want to feel again the joy of knowing that Christ
is in our home. I want to focus on loving and serving. More than that, I want to open
my heart to Him all year that I may see Him again.
"She will give birth to a son, and you are to give him the name Jesus, because he will save his people from their sins."
Matthew 1:21 NIV
May the spirit of Christ be with you and yours
this Christmas and always. . .
I AM WOMAN
I come in many shapes and colors. I am soft and delicate, but nothing to play with. I stand on my own two feet, I depend on one.
I am Woman, I am strong, beautiful, unique, a fighter and survivor. I am Woman, irresistible, seductive, sexy, and voluptuous. Yes I am.
I play many roles, Mother, Aunt, Sister and Grandmother. I'm bad and loving it. Looking good like a woman should, I stand out like a skyscraper and stand strong like a house build with bricks.
I get a kick out of challenges, nothing holds me down. I'm always ready for the next round. I do need love from a good man, a man that's not afraid to really be what a man should.
I am Woman seducing you with the swing of my hips, temptation at its best. My soft curves and my beautiful tresses are longing for your soft caress. I am defined by my mind not my beauty. One look in my eyes and you are mesmerize by my strength, my dedication and strive to survive.
I'm a proud lover and achiever letting no one astray me from my ambition. I'm more sensitive then the opposite sex, but I fight my battles and have won many wars. I hold it down like no other, protecting my children from life's evil. Molding them into their best physically and morally and I must say I look pretty good doing it.
Woman to Woman we go through a lot struggling to be to be treated as equal in society and in relationships. We love hard with disregard of how we are sometimes treated. We deserve the best and never the less we will always be Queens of our throne.
I am proud of my womanhood, I am proud of who I am. Independent, strong willed, provider, nurturing and flamboyant of my style. I love driving men wild.
Loving who I am every part of me, I'm not perfected but I am a site to see.
I am Woman
~ I STILL DREAM ~
I still dream-
Of unfulfilled wishes,
Of unaccomplished goals,
So what if the ground beneath
Has softened;
So what if I've drowned till the neck-
I still dream-
My limbs are taut and numb
The mud around me is soft
Yet it does not allow me to move,
To touch, to feel...
Little does it realize-
My heart still beats, full to the brim,
With bustling emotions,
So what if they find an outlet-
Through sour, steaming drops-
I still dream-
And I'll continue,
Because I know, the hand will come
A hand strong enough
To pull me out-
And cleanse me of the dirt
And I'll continue:
Because I know, the day will come
A day of fulfilled wishes,
Of accomplished goals,
A day when,
Beneath shall be a strong ground
So what if the day arrives!
I'll still dream...
...dream bigger!
This comes directly from the heart of a girl, who strives to make it big in life. She has many unachieved dreams waiting to be fulfilled. What is unfortunate is that, she has lost confidence- both in herself and in the people around her. She is thus, lost in solitude. In spite of all odds, however, she does not stop dreaming.
Every single day she feels as if she is sinking into an unknown dark pit. She has been restricted and caged by the forceful ways of social norms. She is supposed to be 'an ideal girl', but people who expect her to be so, do not realize, that she also has a heart, that she also feels. When emotions become too heavy for her to bear, she pours out her heart to herself, through her tears.
Yet, she does not stop dreaming, because dreams are her only strength. Again, its dreams alone, that inspire her to aspire for that day, when she would be understood by someone, she would stand strong, with "fulfilled wishes" and "accomplished goals". Above all, she would be actually happy, without pretending to be so but not satisfied, because, then she would "dream bigger".
