We spent most of our childhood growing up in the country, but for two years the city became our home. Our aunt and uncle lived in the city not far from us. We could often visit them or spend a day together. One day our…
Month: December 2015
I am always on to a new project. My husband went shopping the other day and brought me home a set of stackable dolls to paint. Of course I couldn’t wait to get started. I painted a nativity set with Mary, Joseph, baby Jesus and three shepherds. I can’t wait to buy another set or maybe three or four.
I seem to always be on a project. And I am pretty sure my youngest son has the same problem. Even when he was little he was building or making something. I was concerned about how he would fit in at school. (Rightly so!) I wrote a poem about him, which was published in the Missouri Gifted magazine “Gambit” in 1993.
My Small Gift
I watched him grow from babyhood, to a toddler as a baby would.
He learned to walk and talk very soon, and feed himself with his teddy bear spoon.
At times I was so busy with a household chore, he would toddle away through the bedroom door.
As my mind trailed off to events of the day, I would forget to check on him at play.
Some moments had passed, there he would be, off for a new adventure you see.
My curiosity would lead me then to what and where he had been.
A puzzle of sixty pieces lay, carefully put together the right way.
It seemed quite an accomplishment to me, for a two year old boy as he.
The years seemed to fly with joy, as my small toddler became a boy.
And many things changed ever so, but not his curiosity that seemed to grow.
One Saturday he came in from play, with his hands in such a dirty way.
“What have you been into, I must know?” “I’m testing my new soap,” he said with a glow.
My nose predicted I was right to assume, dad’s shaving cream and my perfume,
Were part of the rows of cups I saw, lined up on the counter from big to small.
The years kept coming without delay, Off to school my little boy must go today.
I felt concern within my heart , though I knew that my young son was smart.
He seemed to have his own way to learn, to explore and invent his heart did yearn.
But seated quietly at his desk all day, no one would ever understand his way.
One evening while looking for something to do, he found a pop bottle was fun to look through.
Sometimes the world seemed inside out, or had two sides or two grounds about.
With such enthusiasm he carried it well, to share with his class at show and tell.
But his teacher said not today, we have no time to waste in play.
A real thinker he appears to be, which seems to create problems you see.
For all he must do while he is at school, is do his work by the teacher’s rule.
Every evening when it is time to eat, I must go in search of those small hands and feet.
And know that when I get there, I’ll find him working with care.
Inventing or making without all those rules, working with only his mind and his tools.
And even though he already knows, at school there will be no time to show.
He continues to learn in his very own way, and I say a prayer for him each day.
That his teachers will soon realize, a small gift, so wonderful and wise.
Everyone has their special Christmas traditions. We have one that has left many fun memories over the years. You see each year we receive packages from Aunt Tilly. Although she has never attended our family gathering, and no one has ever met her, she always sends some packages. They just seem to appear under the tree as family begins to gather. We have all grown quite fond of her and look forward to her packages. This year she sent her portrait. How surprised everyone will be when they see her portrait hanging at the head of the family table! (Ha ha!!)
Her packages are ususlly quite humerous, however, this year she sent a very special gift to each family. The gift contained stories of our great/grandparents and their service to their communities and country. We were reminded of those who served on the battlefields to those who served their communities, neighbors, and friends. The package contained special goodies from past Christmases putting into perspective for us how blessed we are.
She also shared with us what true service looks like. For at the first Christmas, Christ came as a baby. As He began His ministry He told us the reason He came. He tells us in Matthew He came to serve others and give His life for us. We only need to look at His life to find the riches a life of service provides. Riches that fulfill us, that bring us joy, that give our lives meaning and purpose, and riches that can not be bought or earned.
My two year old grandaughter loves going to church. When Sunday comes she is at the door jumping up and down so excited to go. We bought her a little bag which contains a flannel graph story of Jesus. She calls it her Baby Jeje purse. She takes it with her to church. It is such a joy to see her excitment of learning about Jesus.
Jesus tells us that to be saved we must have the faith of a child. What a picture of that faith. I accepted Jesus as my savior at the age of 7. I remember so vividly the feeling I had that Sunday morning at church. I didn’t act on those feelings right then but thankfully God kept drawing me. Monday morning I awoke with this gnawing hunger in my heart, knowing that there was something I needed to do. I went to my mother and ask her if I could talk to her. She sat in the big green chair in the living room and drew me upon her lap. With tears in my eyes I begin to explain that I needed Jesus. She shared with me all that meant and I ask Jesus to be my Lord and Savior. I am so thankful for parents who shared the message of Jesus with me. I am so grateful that God sent his son to save us. I am so thankful that he made it as simple as childlike faith. For some who feel they have great wisdom and knowledge, they struggle to find this simplicity.
To know Jesus is to serve others by actually helping them ourselves and telling them about Jesus. To know Jesus is us giving our time and money to help others. To know Jesus is to obey Him and His Word even when it is difficult for us to do. To know Jesus is to receive his gift of salvation and eternal life with him. And the wonderful part of this message is that it is available to all who believe that Jesus is God’s Son.