New Day

There is something exciting about the beginning of a new year. Some of us consider resolutions to improve our health, especially plans to lose weight. Others hope for a brighter future with their finances, perhaps a new job or college.

Unfortunately, the first day of a new year doesn’t guarantee change. If we continue to make the same mistakes,this next year will find us walking down the same rocky road of hardship and sorrow.

Before you make any life-changing decisions, you might begin the day with a time of prayer and reflection. There is an answer for a better tomorrow, but first determine if you are walking on the right path.

For those of us who believe in God, our Creator, we remember He has a divine purpose for each life: “‘For I know the plans I have for you’, declares the Lord, ‘plans to prosper you and not to harm you, plans to give you hope and a future’.” (Jeremiah 29:11)

May we all find comfort in this promise.
Be Blessed, Donna

Marking Time

Hello, dear friends. Well, it’s that time again, when many of us wonder about the coming year. It reminds me of our years with the military.Whenever we received a call from home, my husband often said,” oh,I’m just killing time”.

Like most military families, we felt controlled by time: waiting for orders, waiting for the next duty station, waiting for our loved ones to come home.I’m sure life would have been much more enjoyable if we had used our time to simply live in the moment.

How many of us continue to live for future events? Since I am a writer, I must admit to the fact that I am a “day dreamer”; always planning for what waits just over the horizon.
But as a Christian, I must remember, God controls my future. He knows the days of my life, just as he knows “the very hairs of our head” (Matthew 10:30).

So, before you make your New Year’s resolution, take a moment to ask God about His plans. Do not forget his Word: “No one knows about that day or hour, not even the angels in heaven, nor the Son, but only the Father… Therefore keep watch, because you do not know on what day your Lord will come.” (Matthew 24:36,42)

I urge you to consider the readiness of our military, and be prepared to move out at the sound of the trumpet.

Until He comes, be blessed, Donna

Waiting for the gift

When I was a very little girl, I could hardly wait for Christmas Eve. It seemed like a magical time; with the sparkle of light from our Christmas tree, the aroma of special holiday treats in the kitchen, and family coming to the house with presents.Of course,you all know, the main event of that day was the promised visit of Santa Clause. I could hardly wait.

That was a long time ago,and this time of year has never lost it’s excitement. I’m still anticipating a visit, as most children in the world, but I no longer await a “jolly old elf” dressed in a red suite.I’m not looking for a sack of toys.

For those of us who believe, we know Christmas is a time to celebrate the birth of our Lord, Jesus Christ. There has been much debate about the exact day of his birth, but the most important thing to remember…he was born of a virgin, in the little village of Bethlehem. And he came to bring us the gift of eternal life.

His birth was promised thousands of years before the star. Abraham was told: “through your offspring all nations will be blessed” (Genesis 22:18). Seven hundred years before his birth, Isaiah prophesied his coming. And on the appointed time, God’s promise did come to pass.
Now that I am old, I’m waiting for another promise. God’s Word tells us, Jesus will return,someday: “in the twinkling of an eye”(1 Corinthians 15:52).I anticipate that day, much more than any visit from Santa. I eagerly await His coming, and the promise of eternal life.

And so, I wish you all a very Merry Christmas. Be blessed and take time to remember God’s love, Donna

Traditions of Christmas

Well, it’s the middle of December, and my house is filled with decorations for Christmas. As I write, I hear Classical Christmas music from “The Nutcracker Suite”. Downstairs, we have an evergreen tree. It’s covered with lights and brightly painted ornaments. Over the fireplace, the mantle is covered with garland,pine cones, and artificial poinsettias. I even have a snow village, depicting a Victorian-type Christmas. It has Christmas trees, a horse-drawn sleigh,and children singing carols. Have you ever wondered how our Christmas traditions began?

With all the sights and sounds of celebration, my thoughts go back to a small town in Israel. Our Bible tells us about a girl named Mary, and an angel. Since the days of Isaiah, her people had waited for the Messiah. When the angel told her the news of a child, at first, she questioned the possibility. Then nine months later, in a small village of Bethlehem: “She brought forth her firstborn son, and wrapped him in swaddling clothes, and laid him in a manger, because there was no room for them in the inn.” (Luke 2:7).

Two years ago, I was blessed with the opportunity to visit Israel. And since that time, I have looked at Christmas in a different light. Of course, I continue to fill my house with our family traditions, but I am forced to admit, they have nothing to do with the truth of Christmas.

I often wonder how God looks at our festive celebrations. His Son, Jesus, was born that night to save the world. Without His sacrifice we were doomed to eternal separation from God.

I pray we might all take a moment to remember God’s love. I hope we might take sometime to remember the true meaning of Jesus’ birth. It had nothing to do with Christmas trees, or Santa Clause, or shopping for the latest high tech gadgets. They didn’t celebrate with a Christmas feast of turkey,ham, or fruit cake. The only singing came for a host of angels saying: “Glory to God in the highest, and on earth peace, good will to all men.” (Luke 2:14)

So, when you wake Christmas morning and rush to open your Christmas gifts, think about the greatest gift. Take a moment to remember why God sent Him on that starry night in Bethlehem. I pray you will all have a Blessed Christmas.

Until next time, I send you a prayer of peace. Be Blessed, Donna

Standing in the doorway

Today’s message is dedicate to my dear family. Yesterday, I spoke to my cousin over the phone. She has spent this past week caring for her mother; waiting for her to pass from this life.

For those of us who knew Betty Jean Spears, we remember someone who was quick to laugh. She dearly loved family, but never shared the dedication we all found with our grandmother. I believe she inherited her father’s love of adventure.

So,now, our dear Betty is ready for the greatest adventure of all. She is standing at the threshold of eternity; anxiously awaiting a reunion with those who have gone on before her. I say this with assurance, because through all her faults, Betty Jean loved the Lord.

We all know how difficult it is to say, “Good bye”. I remember when our beloved grandmother passed from this life. Betty sat by her bed all night. She refused to give up, desperately clinging to the hope that her mother would wake from the coma. Of course, our Nanny was more than ready to go. And though we loved her, we wanted her to find that promise of eternal peace.

So, now, it’s time to watch one more family member step into eternity. I’m thankful that her children were given strength and peace to say their “good byes”. I hope they will remember the Word they heard in church:”We are confident,I say, and willing rather to be absent from the body, and to be present with the Lord.” (2 Corinthians 5:8)

I pray we may all find peace in these words. Rest in Peace, Aunt Betty. We will see you in Heaven.

Be Blessed, Donna

The Miracle of Christmas

I love Christmas! Even before I became a Christian, I sensed there was something special about that time of year, and I don’t mean because of presents.

When I was a little girl, my parents never went to church, so they didn’t teach me about the baby who was born in Bethlehem, “wrapped in swaddling clothes” (Luke 2:12). At home, we didn’t sing songs about angels who brought “good tidings of great joy”. But there was something different about the way our parents acted toward each other.

I always looked forward to visiting our grandparents, and spending time with cousins. My aunt invited everyone for a Christmas Dinner. And during that time, we shared the joy of being a family.

Now that I’m older, and have a family of my own, I try to share the love and joy of Christmas. Even when we can’t afford expensive presents, I love to fill the house with decorations, music, and plenty of good food. I try to create lasting memories for my children and grandchildren. But most of all, I try to remind them about the love of God. “For God so loved the world that He sent His one and only Son, that whoever believes in Him shall not perish, but have eternal life” (John 3:16).

I pray, you will find joy this Christmas. It does not come in the packages placed beneath your tree, but in the Christ child who came to save the world.

Be Blessed, Donna

Memories

Well, here we are, dear friends; celebrating another holiday season. I pray you enjoyed your Thanksgiving. And for those of you who braved the big shopping day, I hope your efforts were rewarded.

For many of us, Thanksgiving and Christmas is a time of remembering. Since we are a military family, our memories can be bitter sweet. The holidays were often a time of separation from our loved ones. But God is faithful to restore those times of loneliness, if we allow Him to do so.

I realize some of you may relate your holidays to deeper hurts, especially those who suffered the tragic loss of a loved one. My mother is one of those dear people who carries a scar of memory. She always relates Thanksgiving to the day her father died.

I’m sure many of you know someone who suffers with depression. It can be a time of loneliness and emotional isolation, especially when the world appears to be preoccupied with celebration and shopping. So,you may wonder how to comfort those who mourn. There’s something I’ve learned during my 60+ years, and I wish to share it with you…God is the only medicine in healing wounds of the soul.

So, if you know someone is hurting, please pray for them. The gift of intercession was created by God. It allows us to lift others who are too wounded to walk through the hurt. If we carry their wounds to the Lord, he is faithful to heal, or at least bring the balm of peace.

So, during the next month of festivities, I pray you will focus on the one who deserves our devotion… “For unto us a son is born, unto us a son is given…and his name shall be called Wonderful, Counselor, Mighty God, the Everlasting Father, the Prince of Peace.” (Isaiah 9:6)

Until next time, I pray you will be blessed by His presence. In His name,Donna