Christmas is a glorious time to step aside every so often and meditate on Jesus’s coming so many years ago and now how he has a center in my life. So I bring my needs to him, but also my praises for what he has and will do.
AS I PRAY
As I pray, I see your work
in others' lives and in my own.
So patiently I lift the needs
of those I love and of my own.
May you be praised in all our deeds
as we go forth in praising you,
living for your glory, Lord,
walking in your power, truth.
Christmas is so close. How blessed we are to be able to celebrate the birth of our Savior!
A LIGHT SHINES
In the darkness
a light shines
that cannot be quenched.
In the shadows
a light shines
and hope grows bright.
In the night
a light shines
and joy is birthed.
THE WORD WAS GOD
It was God who came that day
to live a life on earth.
No beginning, always God,
becoming man at birth.
It was God who left his throne
on high to wear our form,
coming down to give His peace
to quell sin's awful storm.
It was God who came to die
to spread on earth His light,
that we could walk with Him each day,
delivered from our plight.
May God give us the realization of what Christmas truly is.
To me, Christmas is more than just birth of Christ. It is his whole sacrifice of coming from glory to human form and then, not just to die, but to rise and go back to glory having made payment for our sins.
THE SHADOW OF A CROSS
The shadow of a cross
across a manger lay
where God became a man
to bear that cross someday.
The shadow of the cross
speaks life to sinful men.
The innocent would pay
the price for all our sin.
The shadow of that cross
became reality
when God himself had died
so man would now be free.
Christmas is more than just about a baby. It is about God who came as that baby but was God incarnate. He was God in human form.
GOD IN HUMAN FORM
Watch the angels winging earthward,
singing praises to a king,
giving message to some shepherds--
lowly shepherds watching sheep.
"He is born! The Christ is come!
Peace on earth! Good will to men!"
Now the shepherds go to worship
God who's come in human form.
Watch the star that beams from heaven
guiding wisemen to a king.
Long they travel searching, searching
for the one the prophets tell.
Gifts of gold and frankincense
and myrrh to give the one they seek.
Now he's found, they bow in worship
God who's come in human form.
Watch the people as they gather,
singing carols, giving gifts.
Do they hear the Christmas message
"Peace on earth! Good will to men"?
Are they searching for the one
shepherds worshipped, wisemen sought,
One who died but still is living,
God who came in human form?
It’s time to celebrate Thanksgiving. It isn’t meant to be one day, but a lifestyle! It changes my life!
Thanksgiving's Stream
This stream in the desert
delivers from thirst,
from drought that confounds
when we face the worst,
transforms us from takers
to givers to show
those lost in the desert
the stream that will flow,
to turn their dry desert
to a garden of life.
A heart of thanksgiving
deals blows to our strife.
A purple-blue pouch spreads overhead. When God unzips it, diamonds spill out and clatter to the earth. A ribbon of color spreads overhead as the sun pierces the empty pouch. Arches of shades of red, yellow, and blue glitter in the sun's rays.
Darlene Estlow©2016
I have become a cloud watcher enjoying God’s presence as he performs his artistry in the sky. A few days ago, the sky was filled with large white marshmallow clouds, drifting west, small patches of blue accompanying them. And then, a few small wispy clouds, closer to earth, moved rapidly to the south across the background of the large clouds. Then a large cloud joined the wispy small ones on their journey south. After awhile, the wind dissected it and it became several small clouds, all while the bank of clouds in back of them continued west.
A poem from my book Fears and Tears
Tears tell the tale of sorrows' time that took the joy from yesterday. I weep for loved ones gone in death. It has swept them far away. But God is near, he holds my hand. His comfort and His praise descend. One day there will be no more tears, All earth and heaven He will mend. (2018)
Our snowfall a couple nights ago reminded me of a poem I wrote from several years ago. The snow is so beautiful, but has the power to rearrange our lives! I hope you enjoy my memory!
Like a blanket of light, It fills valley, large and small, with icy cotton, and dresses hills and mountains in shimmering gowns of white, making that which was crass, pure. It lures children from the warmth of home into the chilly playground where snow angels flourish, battles are fought with snowy cannonballs, and snowmen wait for the sun to warm their cold bodies. With silent, frozen breath, it blows aside our schedules, rearranging our lives, keeping us helpless in the face of all we have to do, demanding our surrender to its will. 2007
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