Taking Hebron

“What they saying about? Laid down His life?” Abby asked me this afternoon as we colored chalk pictures and listened to a Hide’em in Your Heart cd. “They’re talking about how Jesus willingly laid His life down and choose to die on the cross for us. No one could do it to Him unless He allowed it to happen,” I explained. This morning I told the kids that the His Little Feet International Children’s Choir had a Christmas cd. They screamed with excitement as I went down to my room to get it. I bought the five song cd for the song He Made a Way in a Manger. When that song came on, Joseph hurried to the living room to try and sing along while Alexis danced. “He made a way in a manger, a way to the cross, Messiah the Promised, before time had begun, for God so loved this world, though He knew what love would cost, He made a way in a manger to make a way to the cross.” As the chorus sang out I looked over at my siblings dancing and singing and images of John flashed through my

  So the other day I went out on some errands and one of the things on my list was socks. I went to Super Tar*get (and tried not to get lost!) When I got to the socks I was disappointed to discover that the brand I wear was out. On my way home I decided to go over to the “Plain Old” Tar*get, since that’s where I usually get my socks anyway. I go in, get to the socks to find that, they don’t have my size. I was a little more annoyed this time. How could this huge store full of stuff not have the one item I want? I went home and told my mom the disappointing news. She suggested going to Tar*get. com and buying them there since my need wasn’t urgent. I figured that would be alright, so I went on my computer looked up Tar*get and started to scroll though the socks. And would you believe it? They don’t carry my brand of socks online. By this point I wasn’t mad anymore and considered what one might learn from not finding socks.   There are many things in life that seem to be far more

I just have to wait, but I know that day is coming. The day your face is more than a picture on the refrigerator. The day your name is a call, not a hope. The day I hear your voice in the other room and not my tearful prayers in the night. The day I look at your crib with love not longing. The day I carry you in my arms and not this restless burden. The day I forever forget what it was like before you. In a moment, what has been complete in my heart all this time, will finally be before me. I will finally get to really touch it... to really hold it... to really kiss it. And I'll finally get to see , what the Father saw this whole time... You at Home. I know that day is coming... I just have to wait.

By Twila Paris Lately I've been winning battles left and right But even winners can get wounded in the fight People say that I'm amazing Strong beyond my years But they don't see inside of me I'm hiding all the tears They don't know that I go running home when I fall down They don't know who picks me up when no one is around I drop my sword and cry for just a while 'Cause deep inside this armor The warrior is a child Unafraid because His armor is the best But even soldiers need a quiet place to rest People say that I'm amazing Never face retreat But they don't see the enemies That lay me at His feet They don't know that I go running home when I fall down They don't know who picks me up when no one is around I drop my sword and and cry for just a while 'Cause deep inside this armor the warrior is a child They don't know that I go running home when I fall down They don't kn