Abba's Girl

As I type, I hear the sound of rain falling mixed with thunder and see vivid flashes of lighting. I want to return to bed while I sip coffee but that would wake the man up about an hour early and we don't want that. Much of Texas is experiencing a drought which began in 2010 and continues today. My area has received a little rain over the last few weeks after a summer of no rain and record breaking heat. "Experts" say the drought will last for years. The Farmer's Almanac says we will have a mild, wet winter. Since 660 million trees in the greater Houston area died and more are dying, I continue to pray for rain and wonder if the Farmer's Almanac is accurate. When we skip time in the Word and or prayer, we become like a tree in a drought. Our roots are deep and will sustain us for a while, but we need time in the Word and prayer to keep us healthy and growing in the Lord. If you feel overwhelmed by the demands of the Christmas season, take a little time, brea...

Funny how something from long ago pops into our heads out of the clear and the blue. I was reading the Houston Chronicle when suddenly from nowhere a French Christmas Carol popped into my head. I learned it in 5th grade which was a very LONG time ago. Entre le boeuf et l'ane gris, Dort, dort, dort le petit fils, Mille anges divins, mille séraphins, Volent alentour de ce grand Dieu d'amour Between the ox and the gray ass, Sleeps, sleeps, sleeps the small son, Thousand divine angels, thousand seraphim , Fly around this great God of love...(I think I translated correctly.) I am thankful most of my memories from Christmases past are about family, fellowship, and music. I remember receiving wonderful gifts along the way, but the memories of Crissy Dolls, Creepy Crawlers, and bicycles pale in comparison to time spent in laughter with loved ones, sharing meals with extended family and singing Christmas Carols. I am thankful for Christmas memories to come. I pray your Christ...