I cried out to the Lord, "Lord, please show me what I can do. I don't have time to shop, but I want to give something meaningful. God answered. Colin woke about 2.00 am, accidently sent the light and books flying, and woke me up so I couldn't go back to sleep. Praise the Lord, God gave me time!
I got my paper and pen (which I always have by my bed) and began to write a small poem for Vange and Howard and each of the children that related to their lives. I typed them out the next day and pasted each one in a homemade Christmas card. I also made a big 14" long loaf of sour dough bread, their favorite! I read each little poem out to them and they couldn't have been happier. They appreciated them more than any store-bought gifts. Vange was hugging the bread and pulling off the crust to eat (her favorite part) before anyone else could get to it!
Over 20 years ago we enjoyed our first Christmas in North America. We were staying with my sister, Kate, when she lived in a huge log house in the Cariboo of British Columbia, Canada. We were totally snowed in and also had no money to purchase gifts. Once again we decided to each wrote poems to one another which each one stood up and read out. We still have these poems today and they will outlast transient gifts. (Oh yes, I should mention that they cooked a wonderful meal of venison, a deer which Zadok shot).
In Matthew 25:31-46, Jesus also reminds us that how we treat others and how we give to others is how we minister to Him. And don't forget to read Proverbs 19:17.
I'll continue the discussion tomorrow.
Love from Nancy