Worth the Wait

Merry Christmas to all...
I wanted to share something I read today that gave my heavy heart hope. Enjoy..

The LORD is good to those who depend on him, to those who search for him.
Lamentations 3:25

The story of Christmas goes back to Eden. The day Adam and Eve ate the fruit of the tree, God didn't panic. He had seen this coming before creation. God went on record, foretelling a coming Messiah who would crush Satan's head and bring deliverance to God's people. And then, I imagine with tears running down his cheeks, God dismissed Adam and Eve from the garden.
I can almost see God standing by the forbidden tree, knowing that one day he would return to earth as a human baby, grow up, and let himself be nailed to a tree, bearing all the sin of this world in his own body. And in the moment of Satan's apparent triumph, he would turn around and crush him and rise from the dead to offer new, eternal life to all who believe.
Yet this promise of the Messiah was made thousands of years before Jesus' birth. Christmas is about an incredible promise God made to us in the distant past. It's about promise, and about waiting a very long time.

Toward the end of the Old Testament, God makes this sobering declaration: "I will search with lanterns in Jerusalem's darkest corners to punish those who sit complacent in their sins. They think the LORD will do nothing to them, either good or bad"(Zephaniah 1:12). Yet in t he end, not even the high priest welcomed baby Jesus into the world. Only a few shepherds ans some foreign dignitaries seem to have noticed God's arrival.
The high priest probably didn't believe God was going to do anything to change the status quo. After all, God hadn't done anything, as far as he could tell, for centuries. The prophets spoke no more. No one had seen a miracle for generations. For all practical purposes, God had disappeared. Few were still waiting with expectation.
Yet some were. Forty days after Jesus' birth. Joseph and Mary met a man in Jerusalem who had received God's promise that he would see the promised Messiah in his lifetime. Simeon longed to see the Christ child. The day it happened, he took Jesus in his arms. I can imagine him laughing, looking, wondering, God is that you? It is! You've come! At last! This baby is the Savior of all humanity! Now I can die in peace. Against all odds, at the end of Simeon's life, God had kept his promise.Anything worth having is worth waiting for. But it's so hard to wait.

-David Sanford

When despair for the world grows in me
and I wake in the night at the least sound
in fear of what my life and my children's lives may be,
I go and lie down where the wood drake
rests in his beauty on the water; and the great heron feeds.
I come into the peace of wild things
who do not tax their lives with forethought
or grief. I come into the presence of still water.
And I feel above me the day-blind stars
waiting with their light. For a time
I rest in the grace of the world, and am free.
-Wendell Berry

Happy Birthday Jesus!!
Love,
Julie Peck

Waiting

"He'll wipe every tear from their eyes.
Death is gone for good—tears gone, crying gone, pain gone—
all the first order of things gone."
Revelation 21:4 (MSG)

Today is December 22, 2009. It is a day I find myself reflecting on the past. The past concerning my own life and the life of our Savior. On my personal calendar this week, I reflect on Jack's birthday into Heaven. On the Saviors calendar, I reflect on Christ's birthday into this world.
The topic this week on the advent calendar is "preparation". It is the period of time between conception and the delivery of a child who came to save us from death, for good.
For mothers, this side of Heaven, this is a time of "nesting".. washing, sorting and putting into place the items needed for the arrival of the newest member of our family. It is also one of the most exciting times for a mother, longing to see her child. During this time we prepare for the unexpected day of arrival. What seems to be the longest nine months of our lives is quickly forgotten when we at last see our precious child for the first time.. we are surprised by joy!
As a Christian, I am suppose to long for Jesus Christ return. And when the world's injustice, pain, and senselessness bear down on me, I do so long for that day. I find myself wondering, "How long can you wait, Lord? How can you let us keep going in this mess?"
I already know the answer. It's His grace again... giving me time to get my rooms in order, to get my mind and heart on track so that when He comes, I won't have to regret it. So while part of me cries out, "Come, Jesus!" the other part says, "But don't rush!" There is so much to be done before you're here!"
Advent is a time of remembering how the world waited- and prepared- and despaired for the Savior to come. One day, He came. The world has never been the same. Advent is also a time of looking forward to his second coming, of waiting- and preparing- and never despairing. What the angels told the disciples on the Mount of Olives so long ago they say to us today; "This same Jesus will come back!"
How can I prepare for the Lord's second coming? After speaking to the Corinthians about the next advent, Paul concluded: "So, my dear brothers and sisters, be strong and immovable. Always work enthusiastically for the Lord, for you know that nothing you do for the Lord is ever useless" (1 Cor. 15:58) I can prepare for Jesus' coming by committing myself to do his work. Even the smallest act is not in vain.
The months waiting for our babies were forgotten when we first held our new born child. These are Aha moments as we meet the person to whom we have already committed our body, hearts and souls to.. When the Lord comes again, "in a moment, in the blink of an eye"(1Cor. 15:52), the long anticipated. prepared-for day will no longer be someday, but today. It's only a dull picture of the divine magnificence, like the baby in a mothers womb whom she knows she loves and yet has never seen. I also finally will see my Lord face to face. Come, Lord Jesus, come! May I be found prepared, even if you come tonight!

Something Beautiful

Thankful for the Hollowed Manger Ground

While they were there, the time came for her to give birth. She gave birth to a son, her firstborn. She wrapped him in a blanket and laid him in a manger, because there was no room in the hostel.
-Luke 2:6-7 (MSG)

Christmas time is a very weary time for our family. Since Jack's birthday into heaven, Dec. 23rd 2004… we have dreaded Christmas . Instead of joyfully entering into a season of good cheer.. we fall wearily by the wayside praying desperately for it to pass as quickly as possible. Again, I am wondering where God may be in all of this ? After 4 years I still find myself searching desperately for hope… wondering if we will ever be able to enjoy Christmas again. We have such horrible memories that cloud a time that should be spent reflecting on the moment “Glory in the Highest” first placed it’s human feet here on earth. I know the enemy loves the fact that our tragedy intersects with the birthday of our savior. He would love nothing more than for me to always dread Christmas.
However, this past weekend I felt this strange urge to celebrate. Not in the way I used to celebrate with hurried parties and packages. This year, I really wanted to celebrate the birth of our savior, Christ. One reason for the urge was because I know that the enemy never imagined that I would want to celebrate Christmas again. The revelation hit me while I was singing Christmas songs at a concert this weekend. I had to force myself up to join the crowd in their joyful singing and clapping . What happened next was very unexpected! With each clap I felt like I was becoming stronger. I imagined myself clapping directly in the face of my enemy.. showing him that he had not won this battle.. that I would not go by this Christmas with my head hung in defeat.This year I wanted to look up from my wounds to see my Father's sacrifice. Taking a step back, I can see the enemy’s age old tactic. He wants me to only see my pain.. but I know that if I take my pain to God.. I begin to see His pain, His plan and His purpose.
His heart aches for us.. He knew over 2000 years before Jack’s death that I would need a plan, and a purpose for my pain. He knew that if He left me alone in my pain that I would die too. His plan was to join me.. to come down to my level.. to meet me where I was at.. look me in the eye and say to me… I know this is hard for you, it was also hard for Me. I did not plan for it to be this way, but I have plans to change it!
My plan is a gift for you. Actually, it was the first gift ever given on the first Christmas Day. Julie, when I gave it over 2000 yrs ago.. I had you on my mind. My plan was to give you life at a time when all you could see was death. I knew you would need this specific gift, because I, myself have endured the pain of suffering the loss of many loved ones…. I did not want you to feel forsaken, I wanted you to feel defended. My gift came with a purpose and that was to defeat death once and for all. My gift was hope! It promises when death steals something precious from you… that I buy it back .. restore it and give it new life. My sweet child, don’t you know what is precious to you was precious to me first.
With that being said, can I once again celebrate Christmas? Can I truly feel the joy, peace and love that this season is suppose to bring us?.. remind us of?…
My heart shouts yes! Because, for the first time in my life, I can fully appreciate the “reason for the season”.
To remember and be thankful for the day God sent a baby, full of grace and truth, to bridge the gap between life and death. I am forever grateful for the gift of knowing I will cross that bridge one day to be reunited with those who are precious to Him and missed dearly by me.

Happy Birthday, Jesus!
Merry Christmas to all!
Julie Peck