A new year and a new thing

We sat over our steaming mugs, grateful for the opportunity for uninterrupted conversation. It was of deep things – of how to guide our tiny family, of how to live in this world but not be a part of it, of how and where to give, and of what the future might hold.

The heart of our discussion was how to practically live out James 1:27. 

Pure and genuine religion in the sight of God the Father means caring for widows and orphans in their distress and refusing to let the world corrupt you.
James 1:27

We had some ideas and they were surprisingly similar. God was moving us to the same place. We talked of financially supporting an orphanage. But where and how? Not sure of the next step, but grateful for the unity, we drained our cups and headed home.

God answered the very next day through an email from a friend – a friend who thought we might be interested in reading about an orphanage in Ecuador, so she sent us their newsletter. Certain this was God’s direction, we poured over the newsletter and their website.

And so we started giving to care for orphans in their distress.

We started giving to gain pure and genuine religion in the sight of God the Father.

We started giving out of love and obedience.

This time of year, I like to get alone before God and ask Him what the next year holds. I love the idea of a fresh start, a clean slate, and the endless possibilities of a new year. What could 2011 hold for you and me?

What does God want from us?  What does He desire to teach us? How will the path of our lives wander through valleys and climb mountaintops?

The past year was most likely filled with a mixture of joy and sorrow for you, just like it was for me. Life is rarely consistent. But God tells us to forget what is behind, for He is about to do a new thing.

But forget all that – it is nothing compared to what I am going to do. For I am about to do something new. See, I have already begun! Do you not see it? I will make a pathway through the wilderness. I will create rivers in the dry wasteland.
Isaiah 43:18-19 (NLT)

God wants to do something new in our lives in 2011.

Our family is confident the next year will be focused on James 1:27 – our theme verse for 2011. How that will look and where that we take us, we have no idea. We are looking forward to finding out!

Have you considered a theme verse for your family for the new year?


Looking back

I wrote a Christmas letter this year, like I have the two before, and sent it out to family and friends. It highlighted all the things the four of us have done over the past twelve months. The letter told of camping trips, and Senior Kindergarten, and conferences, and learning to write her name, and sports. An accurate snapshot of our lives.

But there were things missing – important things. Lessons we’ve learned, tears we’ve cried, struggles we’ve wrestled through on our knees.

The turning of the calendar to a new year is one of my favourite times. Before looking forward to the fresh start a new year brings, I automatically look back on the previous one. Evaluating where I am and where I’m going. Reflecting on what God has taught me and what He desires to do in and through me in the year to come. Measuring goals accomplished and setting new ones.

Ann talked yesterday about naming the years. I think over the last twelve months and wonder what to name it.

God has a habit of repeating a lesson in my life through a variety of ways – until I get it. Perhaps it’s the same with you. When a topic is repeated through circumstances, the Word, and things other people say, I begin to take note. As I’ve walked with God this past year, I’ve noticed some over-arching themes as He’s patiently endeavored to change my stubborn heart.

As 2010 began my mind was consumed with the Love Revolution – doing little things for other people each day. I started a list in an effort to remain intentional and made it to March. After that I continued I look for ways to bless people, but stopped keeping a record. I was beginning to shift my focus from inward to outward.

God brought me through a painful season mid-year of showing me idols in my life: things I had allowed to creep into that place in my heart due only to Him (1 John 5:21). My internal voice was saying: My life will only be meaningful if I have a spiritually thriving marriage; if I move to a bigger house; if I become an accomplished writer. God forced me to play out each scenario and to seriously consider what would happen if those things never happened. Would I still love and trust Him? Would I still serve Him? Would I be found faithful?

The latter part of the year found me facing my fixation on the things of this world. 1 John 2:15-17 became the weapon I consistently used to battle this unhealthy dependence. Do not love this world, nor the things it offers you, for when you love the world, you do not have the love of the Father in you. For the world offers only a craving for physical pleasure, a craving for everything we see, and pride in our achievements and possessions. These are not from the Father, but are from this world. And this world is fading away, along with everything that people crave. But anyone who does what pleases God will live forever. God was teaching me to set my sights on higher things. My husband and I made a guideline about giving in relation to purchasing items we wanted. God spoke to me over and over through Scripture about the poor versus the rich and made me realize that I am incredibly rich compared to most of the world. He began to show me my responsibilities toward the poor. And this lesson has only begun.

I know now what to call 2010: The year of letting go.

Letting go of self.

Letting go of idols.

Letting go of the things of this world.

Don’t misunderstand me. I have a long long way to go. Each of these areas is still a struggle for me – a daily battle. But I can say I have a new awareness of where I am and where I need to be.

The year of letting go.

How would you describe 2010?

Where have you and God been together? How has He shown Himself to you? How has he changed you? What has He been teaching you? How has He proven Himself faithful? How has your relationship with Him grown? Are you seeking after Him today with greater intensity than yesterday?


The true focus of Christmas shines on

Weeks of preparing for Christmas – the endless shopping, baking, wrapping, and decorating can create expectations for the holidays this world simply cannot fulfill.

Dreams of a perfect Christmas come crashing down when a child whines disappointment over a gift, or siblings argue over the new toy, or the turkey is slightly dry, or joy doesn’t fill as completely as you’d hoped it might.

I wonder if it’s because we’ve made Christmas something it was never intended to be. Our expectations for the holidays often rest in things of the world – gifts, family, food – all of which can never completely satisfy.

True contentment is not found in gifts, but in the Giver.

True joy is not found in family, but in the Father.

Our deepest craving is not for something, it is for Someone.

I heard the comment recently that our culture has made Christmas about family – a seemingly noble focus – instead of Christ, the only true focus. Perhaps it is here we’ve gone wrong. No wonder the day is difficult for those who are alone, or those who have strained relationships, or even for families who struggle with differences in faith.

If the focus were truly Christ at Christmas, could we ever be left with that all-too-familiar vague feeling of disappointment? I don’t think so.

The people who walk in darkness will see a great light. For those who live in a land of deep darkness, a light will shine.
Isaiah 9:2 (NLT)

In another week or so, the tree will be packed away, the lights will fade, and the gifts will join the rest of the accumulated things in our homes. This is the part of Christmas that will not last.

But the true Light of Christmas shines on.

The one who is the true light, who gives light to everyone, was coming into the world… So the Word became flesh and made his home anong us. He was full of unfailing love and faithfulness. And we have seen his glory, the glory of the Father’s one and only Son.
John 1:9,14 (NLT)

The Light came to dwell among men, and not just for a day – a mere 24 hours – but for the next day and the next. We carry the light of Christ beyond Christmas back into our neighbourhoods, our workplaces and our world. We take joy, hope and peace with us.

You are the light of the world – like a city on a hilltop that cannot be hidden. No one lights a lamp and then puts it under a basket. Instead, a lamp is placed on a stand, where it gives light to everyone in the house. In the same way, let your good deeds shine out for all to see, so that everyone will praise your heavenly Father.
Matthew 5:14-16 (NLT)

The celebration does not need to end.


Counting Our Christmas Blessings

• 74 Christmas letters sent

• 25 days of advent… counting on the calendar and reading through her inspired words

• 20 people gathered around the table on Christmas day

• 12 times giggling down the hill

• 11 people gathered around the turkey on Christmas Eve

• 6 batches of chestnuts… now almost all gone

• 6 stockings hanging  by the tree

• 5 yummy Christmas dinners spread out over the month of December

• 4 in our little family celebrating together

• 4 little cousins doing their best to smile for one last picture before opening gifts

• 3 gifts of Christmas

• 2 excited children on Christmas morning, listening intently to the Christmas story

• 2 exhausted children after many busy days

• 1 babe in a manger over 2000 years ago… the reason for our celebration.


Multitudes on Monday

1115. Choosing to play with him instead of finishing my to-do list.

1116. An aching back… but a sparkling house.

1117. Weaving truth into everything.

1118. Spiritual conversations over dinner.

1119. Their excitement as we count down the days.

1120. Shrimp and calamari – delicious treats!

1121. My knight in shining armour.

1122. When they pray like rocket ships telling me their words reach heaven faster that way.

1123. When she came to help attach 200 candy canes to 200 bookmarks with 200 pieces of ribbon.

1124. Recognizing it for the lie it was.

1125. The giggles and laughter as we slid down the hill countless times.

1126. When she said, “I’m cold. I need to go home to have some hot chocolate to cool down.”

1127. The excitement of Christmas Eve.

1128. The Christmas story on Christmas morning.

1129. A Christmas feast.

1130. Loving grandparents.

1131. Christmas pyjamas.

1132. Christmas decorations.

1133. The Word made flesh and lived among us.

1134. A restful afternoon at home after many busy days.


Merry Christmas!

For a child is born to us,
a son is given to us.
The government will rest on his shoulders.
And he will be called:
Wonderful Counselor, Mighty God,
Everlasting Father, Prince of Peace.
His government and its peace will never end.
He will rule with fairness and justice from the throne of his ancestor David for all eternity.
The passionate commitment of the Lord of Heaven’s Armies will make this happen!
Isaiah 9:6-7 (NLT)


We wait quiet

The world is full of hustle and bustle on this day, this eve before Christmas.

But those who wait expectantly for the birth of Christ, wait in quiet. 

Preparing hearts – making room – for the One to come.

Here we wait quiet too.


Mary carries the Christ child… do we?

Each day passes on the Advent calendar and my thoughts are ever-increasingly consumed with an ordinary, young woman who lived two thousand years ago. As we journey steadily towards Christmas, I reflect on Mary and her own unique journey.

I wonder what it must have been like to have a God-encounter so clear – so vivid – as the one she had standing in the presence of Gabriel. I try to imagine what she felt when Gabriel said she was highly favoured and God was with her. She probably stood frozen in amazement, barely being able to comprehend what was happening. And then the news that she would give birth to the Son of the Most High. She had been chosen among many to bear the Christ-child! Unbelievable.

As I reflect on her response and I am humbled. Knowing the social disgrace she would face, the probable rejection from her betrothed, and the possibility of raising a child on her own, she answers, “I am the Lord’s servant. May everything you have said about me come true.”

I think of my own responses to the voice of God and how often questions and doubts and hesitations and even turning the other direction proceed my obedience. My wrestling with God to the place of submission sharply contrasts Mary’s immediate obedient response.

As the days passed, did small seeds of doubt creep into young Mary’s mind threatening to overshadow her excitement and joy,  just as our God-encounters often fade over time? Had she heard the angel correctly? Surely God hadn’t picked her – a lowly girl from a lowly town? Highly favoured?

But God graciously gives her confirmations. Elizabeth, her relative, having not heard of her experience with the angel, greets Mary by calling her blessed above all women and even refers to the babe as Lord. Her words must have given Mary fresh faith – maybe even a wave of relief rolled over her to know that she hadn’t imagined the whole thing! It wasn’t a dream after all!

I wonder if she marvelled daily at her growing belly, tried to wrap her mind around the fact that the Son of the Most High God literally dwelt within her. As she felt the wonder of the movements of the babe in her womb, could she fully comprehend that God had sent His Son and given her the privilege of mothering him? I try to imagine what that must have been like. The hope of the nation was right there in her womb, travelling the nine months it takes to arrive on this planet.

Then a thought occurs to me. I don’t have to wonder at all. Christ is in me as well. The hope of glory.

And this is the secret: Christ lives in you. This gives you assurance of sharing his glory. Colossians 1:27 (NLT)

My middle name is after my mom’s who is after her mom’s: Mary. I share the same name as the young woman from two thousand years ago and like expectant Mary, I too carry Christ with me everywhere I go. 

Christ in me. Christ in you. That is the secret this Christmas. A secret meant to be shared.


She doesn't need a Christmas dress… Christ is enough

I wake with a certain sadness laying heavy over me like the dark.

I know why. Today we will celebrate Christmas without Christ.

He will barely be mentioned in the midst of the lavish food, the pretty wrappings, and the twinkling lights. A party without the guest of honour.

Our party is not unique. Many similar celebrations will take place in families like ours across the country and beyond. We come together to celebrate Christmas, but in many households, the focus is on other (perhaps good) things and the Christ-child is forgotten.

I slip quietly from the bed and tiptoe down the darkened stairs to find light by the Christmas tree. Pulling my Bible from it’s shelf I turn to the place where the Christmas story is told – the very first Christmas – and I read it in its entirety.

I struggle between what I read in these pages and what I see in the world. The two versions of Christmas are vastly different – polar opposites even.

I feel the pull. On one hand I desperately want Christmas to be Christ – alone. I can’t control all our family get-togethers, but I can dramatically influence Christmas for our tiny family. How can this simple, yet profound story transform our Christmas experience? I sit by the light of the tree and wonder how Christ can become the centre of this holiday season for us.

Then on the other hand, I feel the weight of the world’s expectations for the season. I shop and shop and once the gifts are piled under the tree I worry it’s not enough. The simple decorations adorning our home are somewhat old and tired and look nothing like the magazine covers. I worry it’s not enough. I only bake one kind of Christmas cookie. I worry it’s not enough.

Whenever Christmas begins to burden, it’s a sign that I’ve taken on something of the world and not of Christ.
 - Ann Voskamp

Not only does the weight of the world lie heavy on my heart, but then there are my own misplaced expectations. As I dream about Christmas I envision two smiling children; the older looking handsome in his pressed pants and dress shirt; the younger twirling in her pretty Christmas dress, curls bouncing as she moves. And of course, both are behaving perfectly.

I’ve searched the stores for the perfect Christmas dress for her – the one I see in my mind’s eye. I find many, but all come with a sizeable price tag.

“Does she really need a Christmas dress?” her father asks.

I’m tempted to say yes, but slowly shake my head.

I know she doesn’t need a Christmas dress. And I don’t need a perfectly decorated home, or more presents under the tree, or a table overflowing with home-made goodness. She and I both need the same thing: a Christ-filled Christmas – we all do.

Even though the fig trees have no blossoms, and there are no grapes on the vines; even though the olive crop fails, and the fields lie empty and barren; even though the flocks die in the fields, and the cattle barns are empty, yet I will rejoice in the Lord! I will be joyful in the God of my salvation!
Habakkuk 3:17-18 (NLT)

Could we say the same thing if given a similar scenario this Christmas? Even though there may be no presents under the tree, even though there may be no food on the table, and even though the glitter of Christmas may be entirely absent from our homes, would we still rejoice in the Lord (Habakkuk 3:17-18)?

Would we still celebrate His birth?

If Christmas was void of gifts and garland, sweets and treats, parties and parades, and all that was left was a babe in a manger in a lowly town 2,000 years ago, would we still be moved to make merry? If Christmas was stipped of all it’s sparkle and glamour would we still rejoice because He truly is the reason for the season?

Is Jesus really enough this Christmas?

I pray He is not only enough, but He is ALL we desire this Christmas.


Early Christmas Present

They were allowed to open one Christmas present six days early.

We had been waiting anxiously to give this special gift to them and didn’t want its significance to get lost amidst the glitter and chaos of Christmas morning.

Right before bedtime, beside the twinkling of the Christmas tree, we presented them with their packages.

As they opened them we heard squeals of delight.

The little one said, “Mommy, now I can hear God in here!” as she pointed to her pink version.

“My very own special Bible,” he said as he hugged it close.

We talked the importance of the Word and how God speaks through it. We reminded them that Mommy and Daddy read the Bible every morning and we hoped they would too. Then we snuggled in cozy and read a portion to each of them.

The best gift of all this Christmas.

The Word.

The best gift of all every Christmas.

The Word made flesh.

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