I am so overwhelmed at all the Birthday wishes... I can never remember to look at the birthday list and then to get to your page on the right day. I'm bad. I don't know how to act but I am sharing my Birthday Cake with each of you for your birthday whenever it is. It isn't really mine but I couldn't resist! However, the arrangement is mine. My dear friend, Paula, sent it to me from The Flower Box in Rockwall. She and I used to run and play and go dancing in Corpus Christi before Robert and I met. Friends Forever! I am so BLESSED to have so many new and long time friends. Thank you from the bottom of my heart.
When our children were little enjoyed watching them believe in Santa Claus however we told them Jesus is the true meaning of Christmas.
Santa was based on a real character, Nicholas of Myra. He lived 280-344 A.D. He was wealthy and gave generously to the people who needed help. Saint Nicholas (Santa) believed in Jesus and fulfilled God's command to love others.
Today, Jesus is real and alive. Santa rides in a sleigh, but Jesus rides on the wind and walks on the water. Santa comes once a year, but Jesus is with us every day. Santa fills your stockings with goodies, but Jesus supplies all your needs. Santa comes down your chimney uninvited, but Jesus stands at your door and knocks, (Revelation 3:20).
Have strong faith, love in your heart and believe that Jesus is with you. Let the candle of hope burn inside you, because you are definitely blessed.
Remember it is all about your Perspective!!! Thank you for the "get well" wishes. It is back to work tomorrow, probably for another month or two. So today is shower, laundry and lots of other necessary stuff to survive... you know what I mean.
Oh my! I haven't even been here to read your posts and yet you kept sending precious things to me. What a blessing! It was a rough week. Several close friends have major problems in their life and I have cried on and off all week. It was also a busy week at work. Then during my Thanksgiving break, I developed a sinus infections. I have been fighting to keep it out of my chest. So... thank you for being my
Some thoughts as we enter the holiday season. ... it is important to remember that not everyone is surrounded by large wonderful families. Some have problems during the holidays and some are overcome with great sadness when remembering the loved ones who are no longer with us. Many people have no one to spend these times with and are besieged with loneliness. We all need caring, loving thoughts right now. Giving support for all those who have family problems, health struggles, job issues, worries of any kind and just need to know someone cares. Do it for all of us, for none of us is immune.
I'll never forget the day our youngest sat next to me on the couch watching television. While what we were watching was relatively kid-friendly, I failed to remember there was a reference to Santa being the parents.
I sat still wondering if my son had noticed the conversation. All of the sudden, he pipes up with, "Wait. You're Santa? Santa's not real?"
My husband and older son sat silent, and I chimed in immediately, "Oh my goodness!" With excitement in my voice, I looked at my husband and said, "Do you think he's ready?"
My youngest asked quickly as he straightened himself up, "Ready for what? I'm ready!"
"I think he's ready. " my husband said with a smile.
"Ready for what?! What is happening?!"
"To become a Santa with us, buddy."
"I could be a Santa?!"
"That's who Santa really is, sweetheart. When you are old enough, you learn that giving is better than receiving. You learn to give without asking for anything in return. You become a Santa."
"Oh my gosh! So I'm a Santa now?!"
"You are, my love. Congratulations on being a big kid."
"Who do I give to then?! I'm ready!"
And the conversation continued. And there was no sadness...only excitement. And he purchased items for others with mommy in order to surprise them and see the joy in their eyes.
When our kids grew old enough, they didn't learn Santa wasn't real; they learned Santa is in all of us. And they proudly accepted the new role of being givers.
Credit: Anchoring Hope for Mental Health: Jeremy & Bailey Koch
And now abide faith, hope, love, these three; but the greatest of these is love.
1st Corinthians 13:13
"My barbershop is located in an old mining town called Rouyn-Noranda in northern Canada. I opened here because there were no other barbershops, only hair salons, which is something completely different. Wyatt showed up with his mother during the first week I was open. He was my first child who had special needs. I figured out how to work with him by getting down to his level. These moments are very special for me. I'm taking great pride barbering here and my community is amazingly supportive towards my shop. People drive up to 4 hours to get a haircut. We usually start by having a candy together and we walk around the shop looking at everything on the walls. The shop is packed with gifts from clients. We can also put some music on vinyl during the haircut. I'm never typically driving the haircut, I simply follow the lead of the child. It takes me more than an hour to finish with a special needs child. It is worth every minute."
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