Saturday, December 25, 2010

The Gift

On a TREE, my Savior died.

A WREATH of thorns for His head...

A spear for His side.

As a baby, He came to Earth...

Giving hope to all.

Giving worth.

While the shepherds followed a star,

We don't have to look that far.

He left His GIFT,

under the tree.

That gift's for you...

that gift's for me!

MERRY CHRISTMAS!


(Go ahead and OPEN YOUR GIFT!!!)


 


"My beloved friends, let us continue to love each other since love comes from God. Everyone who loves is born of God and experiences a relationship with God. The person who refuses to love doesn't know the first thing about God, because God is love—so you can't know him if you don't love. This is how God showed his love for us: God sent his only Son into the world so we might live through him. This is the kind of love we are talking about—not that we once upon a time loved God, but that he loved us and sent his Son as a sacrifice to clear away our sins and the damage they've done to our relationship with God.

My dear, dear friends, if God loved us like this, we certainly ought to love each other. No one has seen God, ever. But if we love one another, God dwells deeply within us, and his love becomes complete in us—perfect love!

This is how we know we're living steadily and deeply in him, and he in us: He's given us life from his life, from his very own Spirit. Also, we've seen for ourselves and continue to state openly that the Father sent his Son as Savior of the world. Everyone who confesses that Jesus is God's Son participates continuously in an intimate relationship with God. We know it so well, we've embraced it heart and soul, this love that comes from God."

(1 John 4:7-14) ~The Message~

Until Next Time,

The Carpenter's Daughter

Tuesday, December 14, 2010

A Season of Grace

Let there be salt without limit,


let it fall down like snow.


Piles, and drifts, and glimmering granules...


...a show...


…of GRACE.


Snow covers, and whitens the darkest night.


Salt purifies a soul,


no more pain.


Afflictions are seasoned,


GRACE piles high…


Countless, unlimited portions.


Watch it fall, like pure white snowflakes.


This is a SEASON…


…unending.


A gift.


JESUS.


Receive, and give.


Grace never stops falling…


…it is without limit.


 


"...salt without limit." (Ezra 7:22)


 


Until next time,


The Carpenter's Daughter