His Arriving

Christmas is a time that always finds ways to inspire me. 

Often that inspiration comes from witnessing more peace, more love, a little more goodwill toward men in the days of December, and the repeating sound of joy all around us as we walk through the weeks of Advent.

There’s a whisper that comes on the wind gently reminding, “He’s coming.” 

A whisper, that brings a thrill of hope to me and to so many in this tired and weary world.

The hope, joy, and songs of the season can cause many thoughts to whirl around in my heart and mind and sometimes I just feel the need to release them – to piece them together in a way that gives at least a glimpse of the wonder that was stirring deep inside.

Quite a few years ago, I began to think deeply about these words from a favorite Christmas hymn…

“Joy to the world, the Lord is come!

Let earth receive her King.

Let every heart prepare Him room,

and heaven and nature sing."

Can you imagine the wonder of it? Of the earth that God created, receiving her King once again with joy, and then all of heaven and nature singing and rejoicing along with her?  

The thought of it just makes my heart beat a bit faster and sends so many pictures tingling through my mind.

God is such a beautiful mystery! 

The unexpected wonder of Him becoming small, coming to live with us, so that He could die for us, to rise again, and then live within us? 

That is jaw-dropping, heart-stopping, amazing truth, that will for all ages cause men, including me, to fall down on their knees to worship Him and to continue to sing all about the “wonders of His love.” 

There are so many of these wonders we love to sing about at Christmastime and it was the words of the song “Joy to the World”, that were the inspiration for this poem:

With His glorious arriving

On the first Christmas night

The earth must have been glowing

Renewed by His Light

And radiantly beaming

Through the dark midnight mist

So long she’d been waiting

For her face to be kissed

With the light of His Love

As again God came down

Not to Garden of Eden

But to a small town

On this night like no other

She welcomed her King

Every mountain and valley

Lifting voices to sing

Their praises to God

The Almighty Creator

The Light of the World

And the One who had made her

With a joy bursting forth

From the rocks and the trees

And sweet music from heaven

Carried soft in a breeze

Oh so gently – she held Him

As only earth can

So amazed by her God

Who had made Himself man

Coming to save

Men He’d made from her dust

The Savior and King

Immanuel

God with us

©  Julie Jablonski 

   

Joy to the world ~ the Lord has come!

Immanuel ~ God with us!

I’ve written many poems relating to Christmas over the years and I'm hoping to share one here each week during this season of Advent.

If you missed the new short poem I posted last week, you can click here to read: 

Love Child

This week’s post is also part of a monthly blog circle

"Circle of Faith in Words and Image" 

I've had so much fun linking up with this wonderful group of friends and you may have guessed that our theme this month is Christmas. :)

For more Christmas wonder please visit their pages too:

Connie at: Live, Love, Laugh, Hope

Patricia at:  Pollywog Creek

Marty at: What Marty Sees

Love Child

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      Starlight ~

      On a silent night

      Piercing the dark

      Lighting a path

      To where wonder lies

      Sleeping

      Breathing

      Heart-beating love, love, love

      For God so loved

      Extravagantly

      Magnificently

      Loved

      That He gave

      Himself

      Wrapped Himself

      Small enough

      To be held

      To behold 
      His glory

      In the face. . .

      Of a child.              

            © 2015 Julie Jablonski 

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For God so loved the world that he gave

His one and only son, that whoever believes in him

shall not perish but have eternal life.

 - John 3:16

The Word became flesh and made his dwelling among us.

We have seen his glory, the glory of the one and only Son,

who came from the Father, full of grace and truth.

 - John 1:14

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Be Still

As we enter into the season of Advent,

This slow walk to Bethlehem where a brilliant star will soon appear over a lowly little manger pointing us to the greatest gift ever given,

I want these words to continue to resonate in my heart:

Be still . . .

Be still . . .

Be still before the LORD and wait patiently for Him.  

(Psalm 37:7)

Beautiful words ~ ancient and true ~ and I pray they will sink in deep --- so very deep.

How I long to be still this year and wait patiently for His coming.

And I will try to be still, but inside my heart there’s an increasing angst as I’m reminded that Christmastime can be so very loud.

The world will constantly tell me to shop, buy, wrap, add lights and bows and garland and tinsel, to bake sweet treats, and make the first 25 days in December sparkle like the prettiest things I can find on Pinterest.

Sadly, it can be a convincing voice, but I hope for this year to be different.

I pray that I will not give ear to this beckoning call to chaos, but will allow the sacred call to stillness to overwhelm me instead.

As I wrestle with this inner struggle, (that I feel guilty about having at all), I’m reminded of the story of Mary and Martha of Bethany, found in Luke chapter 10.

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As Jesus and his disciples were on their way, 

he came to a village where a woman named Martha opened her home to him. 

She had a sister called Mary, who sat at the Lord’s feet listening to what he said. 

But Martha was distracted by all the preparations that had to be made. 

She came to him and asked, “Lord, don’t you care that my sister has left me 

to do the work by myself? Tell her to help me!”

“Martha, Martha,” the Lord answered, 

“you are worried and upset about many things, 

but few things are needed—or indeed only one. 

Mary has chosen what is better, 

and it will not be taken away from her.”

(Luke 10:38-42)

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On this day after Thanksgiving, 

The biggest, craziest shopping day of the year, 

I did choose to be still. 

I did not leave my house at all, but took time to sit in quiet devotion, to read His word and listen to His voice, and I did not worry one bit about all of the preparations.

But this is just one day. 

There are many more days to come before I’ll be singing Silent Night by candlelight at Christmas Eve service, and Christmas morning is sure to arrive as well, when I do plan to have gifts to give my family and a lighted Christmas tree to place those gifts beneath.

Honestly, I know there will be times from now until then when I will be much like Martha, “distracted by all of the preparations”, and surely there will be instances when I’m, “worried and upset about many things”, but I pray I will still find many moments to be like Mary.

To choose the one thing that is needed.

Sitting still at the feet of Jesus and waiting patiently for Him.

For that alone is the one thing that can truly satisfy.

And it will never be taken away.

My Ever Hope

No matter the dark days that may lay ahead,

there is a Light shining ever-bright, ever-true.

A Light that will guide my path.

A Light that warms me from the inside-out.

A Light that can never be extinguished.

Because God, 

who is the source of that Light ~

Always is,

Always was,

Always will be.

And He is living in me.

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He is my Ever Hope who I fall into again and again.

And forever I am caught in the

unending glory of His Love.

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The quote in the photo above is from a wonderful book which 

I highly recommend:

Longing For More: Daily Reflections 

for Finding God in the Rhythms of Life.

by: Timothy Willard

If your heart longs for beauty and a closer walk with the God who created it all,

you'll want to hold this book in your hands 

and let the words Tim has written

spill all over your heart.

Thank-full --- A Family Tribute

It was a grey October day, the day you left us.

Gentle rain was falling in short little bursts, much like our tears that fell with each wave of sorrow, knowing that soon you would be gone.  

As we made the short drive from our home all four of us sat mostly silent, staring far off through the window, holding our breath, holding each other’s hands, holding you so close in our hearts.

Just moments before we had each lifted you, held you tight to our chests, whispered our love into your ears, kissed your nose, and your sweet little head --- your soft little head that you could barely lift anymore. 

Yes, sweet-one, you were so weak and tired --- it was time to let you go.

For 16 years you showed us unconditional love --- such a gift you were to us and for that we are forever grateful.

We are thankful that you were ours to have and to hold for all of those years.

Thankful for each snuggle and kiss.

Thankful for the joy you brought to our family and for the joy you showed each time one of us walked through the door.

Thankful for how you loved to play and how much you could make us laugh.

Thankful that you were part of our world, and that really, we were your whole world.

Thankful can seem like a small word sometimes, not quite big enough to convey the depth of gratitude, but where words fail, hearts feel, and because of you, our hearts are full. . .

Thank-FULL.

Madison Brooklyn Black

"Maddie"

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I’m linking up this post in a blog circle with a wonderful group of friends. 

Our theme this month is “Giving Thanks”.  

‘Tis the season to give thanks and I am ever grateful for each one of these 

brave and beautiful people and how they have blessed my life.

Please click each link below as they get added to visit their blogs. 

I know you will be blessed by all of their thoughtful words 

and beautiful photographs.

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Marty at: What Marty Sees
Connie at: Live, Love, Laugh, Hope