The Morning After

It’s the morning after Christmas and it’s quiet throughout the house.  The anticipation that was Christmas became the experience of Christmas. I always feel a sense of let down when it’s over, because for a day, time seems to stand still. I love being with family and enjoying the gift giving and receiving, but it comes down to living my life daily in honor of the One Who came as a baby and died a sacrificial death that I might live. It’s sounds quite complicated, but it’s really simple. I came across this passage in Isaiah. Check this out….

16 People in the land who ask for blessings

“Your Word is a lamp to my feet and a light to my path”

    will ask for them from the faithful God.

And people in the land who make a promise
    will promise in the name of the faithful God,

because the troubles of the past will be forgotten.

    I will make those troubles go away.
22 No more will one person build a house and someone else live there.

    One person will not plant a garden and someone else eat its fruit.

My people will live a long time,

    as trees live long.

My chosen people will live there

    and enjoy the things they make.
23 They will never again work for nothing.

    They will never again give birth to children who die young.

All my people will be blessed by the Lord;

    they and their children will be blessed.
24 I will provide for their needs before they ask,

    and I will help them while they are still asking for help.
25 Wolves and lambs will eat together in peace.

    Lions will eat hay like oxen,

    and a snake on the ground will not hurt anyone.

They will not hurt or destroy each other

    on all my holy mountain,”
says the Lord. (Isaiah 65:16;22-25 NCV)

 I still want to live for Him. I’m more resolved than ever when I begin to think of just how good God is. He is Faithful to forgive. He is Consistent in caring. He is Lavish with His love. He is Prompt in His provision. He is Big with blessings. He is Great with grace. He not only changes everything; He is everything. He is the Giver of everything. I pray that He was blessed and worshiped through out all the Christmas celebrations far and near. I don’t ever want to hurt Him with my disobedience of self-centered living.

 Pressing On!

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