﻿<?xml version="1.0" encoding="utf-8"?><rss version="2.0"><channel><title>Nanny2006's Xanga</title><link>http://www.xanga.com/Nanny2006</link><description>Latest Xanga weblog from Nanny2006</description><language>en-us</language><ttl>60</ttl><image><title>The Weblog Community</title><url>http://s.xanga.com/images/xangalogobutton.gif</url><link>http://www.xanga.com/Nanny2006</link></image><item><title>Thanks Giving Gives Cause For Pause And....</title><link>http://www.xanga.com/Nanny2006/677205544/thanks-giving-gives-cause-for-pause-and.html</link><guid>http://www.xanga.com/Nanny2006/677205544/thanks-giving-gives-cause-for-pause-and.html</guid><pubDate>Mon, 06 Oct 2008 07:06:12 GMT</pubDate><description>&lt;P&gt;reflection. Every day I wake in the morning, and gaze out upon this beautiful tiny piece of God's world. As our Canadian Thanksgiving is just around the proverbial corner, I chose some of my favourite photos that show our little corner and added them here in the video section. The large building at the beginning is a Christian college called Cappenwray that is just a short ferry ride away from me on Thetis Island. I took this picture approaching the island. Most of the pics are sunrises from my balcony. There is a birds eye view of Crofton, a tiny town just down the way a bit, taken from the water. I hope you enjoy. God's Word truly does speak to the heart through the beauty He bestows upon us. May you all find gratefulness in your lives. &lt;/P&gt;</description><comments>http://www.xanga.com/Nanny2006/677205544/thanks-giving-gives-cause-for-pause-and.html#firstcomment</comments></item><item><title>Sunday, September 07, 2008</title><link>http://www.xanga.com/Nanny2006/673468550/item.html</link><guid>http://www.xanga.com/Nanny2006/673468550/item.html</guid><pubDate>Sun, 07 Sep 2008 15:33:07 GMT</pubDate><description>&lt;P&gt;Sometimes when I see my children, I see me and then I look in the mirror and EWWWWwwww - where did I come from? That's not who I see in my inside mirror - well, Willow's photo on the job just was one of those aha moments. don't you agree?&lt;/P&gt;&lt;P&gt;&lt;A href="http://photo.xanga.com/nanny2006/b73e9210058667/photo.html" target=_blank&gt;&lt;IMG style="BORDER-TOP-WIDTH: 0px; BORDER-LEFT-WIDTH: 0px; BORDER-BOTTOM-WIDTH: 0px; BORDER-RIGHT-WIDTH: 0px" height=400 alt=volunteermom2008 src="http://xb7.xanga.com/3e9c803308c33210058667/z163729526.jpg"&gt;&lt;/A&gt; &lt;SPAN style="WIDTH: 0px"&gt;&lt;/SPAN&gt;&lt;/P&gt;</description><comments>http://www.xanga.com/Nanny2006/673468550/item.html#firstcomment</comments></item><item><title>And an all time favourite of mine</title><link>http://www.xanga.com/Nanny2006/668804341/and-an-all-time-favourite-of-mine.html</link><guid>http://www.xanga.com/Nanny2006/668804341/and-an-all-time-favourite-of-mine.html</guid><pubDate>Sun, 03 Aug 2008 15:43:30 GMT</pubDate><description>&lt;A href="http://photo.xanga.com/nanny2006/a1dc3203840024/photo.html" target=_blank&gt;&lt;IMG style="BORDER-TOP-WIDTH: 0px; BORDER-LEFT-WIDTH: 0px; BORDER-BOTTOM-WIDTH: 0px; BORDER-RIGHT-WIDTH: 0px" height=400 alt="One of my all time favourites - like mother, llike daughter pic" src="http://xa1.xanga.com/dc38501641078203840024/z158303349.jpg"&gt;&lt;/A&gt; &lt;SPAN style="WIDTH: 0px"&gt;&lt;/SPAN&gt;</description><comments>http://www.xanga.com/Nanny2006/668804341/and-an-all-time-favourite-of-mine.html#firstcomment</comments></item><item><title>It's my first baby's birthday to-day.</title><link>http://www.xanga.com/Nanny2006/668794486/its-my-first-babys-birthday-to-day.html</link><guid>http://www.xanga.com/Nanny2006/668794486/its-my-first-babys-birthday-to-day.html</guid><pubDate>Sun, 03 Aug 2008 14:57:34 GMT</pubDate><description>&lt;P&gt;&lt;A href="http://photo.xanga.com/nanny2006/56b14203825596/photo.html" target=_blank&gt;&lt;IMG style="BORDER-TOP-WIDTH: 0px; BORDER-LEFT-WIDTH: 0px; BORDER-BOTTOM-WIDTH: 0px; BORDER-RIGHT-WIDTH: 0px" height=400 alt="Sarah - 1958" src="http://x56.xanga.com/b14c953509532203825596/z158290154.jpg"&gt;&lt;/A&gt; &lt;SPAN style="WIDTH: 0px"&gt;&lt;/SPAN&gt;&lt;A href="http://photo.xanga.com/nanny2006/e3924203825204/photo.html" target=_blank&gt;&lt;IMG style="BORDER-TOP-WIDTH: 0px; BORDER-LEFT-WIDTH: 0px; BORDER-BOTTOM-WIDTH: 0px; BORDER-RIGHT-WIDTH: 0px" alt="Sarah at 18 months and at 4" src="http://xe3.xanga.com/924c6b3536633203825204/z158289789.jpg" width=400&gt;&lt;/A&gt; &lt;SPAN style="WIDTH: 0px"&gt;&lt;/SPAN&gt;&lt;A href="http://photo.xanga.com/nanny2006/e3924203825204/photo.html" target=_blank&gt;&lt;/A&gt; &lt;SPAN style="WIDTH: 0px"&gt;&lt;/SPAN&gt;Willowlost, my beautiful child with the light of love shining in her early years.&lt;/P&gt;&lt;P&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/P&gt;</description><comments>http://www.xanga.com/Nanny2006/668794486/its-my-first-babys-birthday-to-day.html#firstcomment</comments></item><item><title>Religious Person - Christian Person</title><link>http://www.xanga.com/Nanny2006/649686998/religious-person---christian-person.html</link><guid>http://www.xanga.com/Nanny2006/649686998/religious-person---christian-person.html</guid><pubDate>Sun, 30 Mar 2008 16:13:13 GMT</pubDate><description>&lt;P&gt;Are they one and the same? This question was asked of me only yesterday. It seems to be something that comes up quite often when people know you attend a faith community of any kind. No, I am not religious - yes, I am a Christian. Religion in it's many guises has corrupted so many through the ages. Every religion feels they are the 'right' religion and set out to destroy the enemy, which means noone survives in the end. Religious people attend a church on Sunday and yet how many of them do not emulate Christ in their day to day lives? And why is it, when people talk to you about religion, they inevitably tell you a tale of someone they know, went to church every Sunday, and did this totally unChristian type thing ....you know the scenario. Well, I have to say that NO, a religious person and a Christian person are sometimes but not always one and the same. When one is devout to a particular faith, it is the faith they have chosen, and not necessarily the Lord. When they attend a particular Church, it is the Church they have chosen, and not necessarily the Lord. &lt;/P&gt;&lt;P&gt;Being Christian means, to me, that you have taken up the Cross and are carrying it for Christ. It means you have accepted Christ as the Saviour He is, having taken upon Himself the sins of the world.......meaning your sin and mine, so that we may come home to our Father in Heaven when we die.&lt;/P&gt;&lt;P&gt;What about spirit filled people? That's another question that comes up. Well, you can be filled with the spirit, and still not attempt to emulate Christ in your actions, thoughts, and deeds. Being a spiritual person does not make you a Christian - a follower of Christ - it means many good things on many levels generally speaking, but not that you are a Christian. Oprah is a spirit filled person, but never has she declared herself as a Christian, as an example. She opens herself to the Universe. This is a wonderful trait, but it doesn't get you into Heaven.&lt;/P&gt;&lt;P&gt;Whether you attend a faith community, a church, or follow a religion. It is not the name or the place that defines your existence. It is simply whether you have or have not accepted Christ as your all in all. His Grace shines upon those that have taken Him into their hearts and accepted the Holy Spirit as living inside. His Grace is bestowed upon you because you can say at Easter, He Is Risen.....and understand and know why He died, and why He rose again. It's all about HIM, this being a Christian. Not the Church, and not the name of a particular religion. It's simply HIM. If His Grace has brought you to Him and He is the greatest love of all for you above all else, then you will be lifted up when you are down, and taken home, when you draw your last breathe. That promise is good enough for me.&lt;/P&gt;</description><comments>http://www.xanga.com/Nanny2006/649686998/religious-person---christian-person.html#firstcomment</comments></item><item><title>How Sweet It Is</title><link>http://www.xanga.com/Nanny2006/649559051/how-sweet-it-is.html</link><guid>http://www.xanga.com/Nanny2006/649559051/how-sweet-it-is.html</guid><pubDate>Sat, 29 Mar 2008 23:30:59 GMT</pubDate><description>&lt;P&gt;How Sweet It is to be entrusted with the well-being of a grandchild.&lt;/P&gt;&lt;P&gt;&lt;A href="http://photo.xanga.com/nanny2006/20d85181434930/photo.html" target=_blank&gt;&lt;IMG style="BORDER-TOP-WIDTH: 0px; BORDER-LEFT-WIDTH: 0px; BORDER-BOTTOM-WIDTH: 0px; BORDER-RIGHT-WIDTH: 0px" alt="End of March 010" src="http://x20.xanga.com/d85c54f647633181434930/z138757337.jpg" width=400&gt;&lt;/A&gt; &lt;SPAN style="WIDTH: 0px"&gt;&lt;/SPAN&gt;THE WONDER OF DISCOVERING A LADYBUG&lt;/P&gt;&lt;P&gt;&lt;A href="http://photo.xanga.com/nanny2006/ee1fc181434952/photo.html" target=_blank&gt;&lt;IMG style="BORDER-TOP-WIDTH: 0px; BORDER-LEFT-WIDTH: 0px; BORDER-BOTTOM-WIDTH: 0px; BORDER-RIGHT-WIDTH: 0px" alt="End of March 013" src="http://xee.xanga.com/1fcc4af447032181434952/z138757357.jpg" width=400&gt;&lt;/A&gt;&lt;A href="http://photo.xanga.com/nanny2006/db021181434976/photo.html" target=_blank&gt; &lt;SPAN style="WIDTH: 0px"&gt;&lt;/SPAN&gt;ALL READY FOR A FRIEND'S BIRTHDAY CELEBRATION&lt;/A&gt;&lt;/P&gt;&lt;P&gt;&lt;IMG style="BORDER-TOP-WIDTH: 0px; BORDER-LEFT-WIDTH: 0px; BORDER-BOTTOM-WIDTH: 0px; BORDER-RIGHT-WIDTH: 0px" alt="End of March 014" src="http://xdb.xanga.com/021c62f747335181434976/z138757380.jpg" width=400&gt; &lt;SPAN style="WIDTH: 0px"&gt;&lt;/SPAN&gt;&lt;SPAN style="WIDTH: 0px"&gt;&lt;/SPAN&gt;BUT HAVE TO CHECK THE HORIZON FIRST.................&lt;/P&gt;&lt;P&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/P&gt;</description><comments>http://www.xanga.com/Nanny2006/649559051/how-sweet-it-is.html#firstcomment</comments></item><item><title>Alleluia</title><link>http://www.xanga.com/Nanny2006/648457619/alleluia.html</link><guid>http://www.xanga.com/Nanny2006/648457619/alleluia.html</guid><pubDate>Sun, 23 Mar 2008 10:45:51 GMT</pubDate><description>&lt;P&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/EMBED&gt;&lt;SPAN style="WIDTH: 0px"&gt;&lt;/SPAN&gt;Christ the Lord is Risen Today! &lt;/P&gt;&lt;SPAN style="FONT: 14px Times New Roman, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif"&gt;&lt;P&gt;But the fact is that Christ has been raised from the dead. He has become the first of a great harvest of those who will be raised to life again. &lt;DIV align=right&gt;&lt;EM&gt;1 Corinthians 15:20 NLT&lt;/EM&gt;&lt;/DIV&gt;&lt;BR&gt;Christ the Lord is risen today, Alleluia! Sons of men and angels say, Alleluia! Raise your joys and triumphs high, Alleluia! Sing, ye heavens, and earth reply, Alleluia! &lt;BR&gt;&lt;BR&gt;Love's redeeming work is done, Alleluia! Fought the fight, the battle won, Alleluia! Death in vain forbids Him rise, Alleluia! Christ hath opened paradise, Alleluia! &lt;BR&gt;&lt;BR&gt;Soar we now where Christ has led, Alleluia! Following our exalted Head, Alleluia! Made like Him, like Him we rise, Alleluia! Ours the cross, the grave, the skies, Alleluia! &lt;BR&gt;&lt;DIV align=right&gt;&lt;EM&gt;Christ the Lord is Risen Today &lt;/EM&gt;&lt;BR&gt;Charles Wesley (1707-1788) and others&lt;/DIV&gt;&lt;/SPAN&gt;</description><comments>http://www.xanga.com/Nanny2006/648457619/alleluia.html#firstcomment</comments></item><item><title>HE IS RISEN</title><link>http://www.xanga.com/Nanny2006/647559703/he-is-risen.html</link><guid>http://www.xanga.com/Nanny2006/647559703/he-is-risen.html</guid><pubDate>Mon, 17 Mar 2008 19:09:58 GMT</pubDate><description>&lt;P&gt;HE IS RISEN INDEED&lt;/P&gt;&lt;P&gt;I spent a couple of hours this morning, writing about the then and now of it and upon hitting 'enter' the whole thing self destructed. I hardly know where to begin again. Perhaps it was a reminder that we have to stay in the 'now' of it. However, I just have to comment&amp;nbsp;on the fact that 50 years ago, Easter was such a w'holy' different thing that it's hard to recognize it to-day.&lt;/P&gt;&lt;P&gt;Preparation for Easter began with the usual familiar Christian beginnings along with the purchase of an Easter hat. &lt;IMG title="click to choose" src="http://x81.xanga.com/d8281b5548630178914791/q83265440.jpg"&gt;&amp;nbsp;The Easter hat was usually made of straw, and had some flowers, and was tied on with a pastel coloured grosgrain (didn't know I still knew that word) ribbon if you were under the age of 10. It was very exciting to know you would be wearing this hat on Easter Sunday for that was the day everyone arrived at church in their finery. It was either purchased, gifted, or just plain washed up and starched, but it felt brand new. It was not just a 'dressing up' but it was a celebratory action that said WE are brand new. WE have been forgiven at the Cross. HE IS RISEN - HALLELUJAH.....and as children, we recognized that.&lt;/P&gt;&lt;P&gt;Palm Sunday was another very special event. Palms were given out, and that palm usually sat propped up, or pinned to a curtain until the next year. It was the beginning of understanding that our Lord was determined to reach the Cross because it was His job to do so in order that we be saved from our sins through His forgiveness. It was a simple message. We accepted it. We moved forward to Good Friday with that understanding, and again, stood together in our place of worship, side by side, feeling the pain of this wondrous gift we were about to receive. &lt;IMG title="click to choose" src="http://x0b.xanga.com/bf8c920ac7c34178922877/q136564346.jpg"&gt;. &lt;/P&gt;&lt;P&gt;Saturday was spent together painting as many as two dozen eggs, for the Easter egg hunt we knew would come after church on Sunday. There was no thought of fancy candy, buying stuffed animals, but a joy in colouring our special eggs and creating something beautiful to be hidden by our parents, and refound at the hunt. &lt;IMG title="click to choose" src="http://xb1.xanga.com/51ec401242733178922912/q136564370.jpg"&gt;.&lt;/P&gt;&lt;P&gt;Easter Sunday dawned, and we gathered together to Praise God. HE IS RISEN - HE IS RISEN INDEED rang from mouth to mouth outside the church. The church was a glorious gift to God. We dressed not to show off to our neighbour, but to show God we celebrated wholly together in His presence and Honoured Him with special care on this day. &lt;A href="http://photo.xanga.com/nanny2006/1a847178914943/photo.html" target=_blank&gt;&lt;IMG style="BORDER-TOP-WIDTH: 0px; BORDER-LEFT-WIDTH: 0px; BORDER-BOTTOM-WIDTH: 0px; BORDER-RIGHT-WIDTH: 0px" alt=images src="http://x1a.xanga.com/847c711741535178914943/z136557413.jpg" width=134&gt;&lt;/A&gt; &lt;SPAN style="WIDTH: 0px"&gt;&lt;/SPAN&gt;.&lt;/P&gt;&lt;P&gt;After church, main street was full of people parading together as a family, to see and be seen, to greet each other with, "HE IS RISEN" and the answer resounding back "HE IS RISEN INDEED". Then home for the Easter egg hunt, a hardy lunch, and our dad reading to us of the rising of Christ from the grave and telling us that is what it means to be a Christian, a follower of Christ - to know our most grievous sins have been forgiven in His name and Praise the Lord. CHRIST THE LORD IS RISEN TO-DAY HALLELUJAH , we sang together with someone at the family piano. Yes, those were the days my friends, we thought would never end, and here we are with nothing but the memory.&lt;/P&gt;&lt;P&gt;Attending a service at a local church on Sunday brought all this to mind as I listened to a sermon from Matthew that had nothing to do with Palm Sunday. That led to the writing of this blog. How is it for you? How was it for you? Do you wish you, too, could go shopping for an Easter Bonnet? Or are you happy to put on your jeans and head to church without having to think about what to put on. I believe we elders are richer for our history. I mourn the loss of it for our children and grandbabies. God's blessings be upon you.....&lt;/P&gt;&lt;P&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/P&gt;&lt;P&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/P&gt;</description><comments>http://www.xanga.com/Nanny2006/647559703/he-is-risen.html#firstcomment</comments></item><item><title>A Quarter Of A Year</title><link>http://www.xanga.com/Nanny2006/643652208/a-quarter-of-a-year.html</link><guid>http://www.xanga.com/Nanny2006/643652208/a-quarter-of-a-year.html</guid><pubDate>Fri, 22 Feb 2008 15:24:44 GMT</pubDate><description>&lt;P&gt;&lt;A href="http://photo.xanga.com/nanny2006/74c2b174875308/photo.html" target=_blank&gt;&lt;IMG style="BORDER-TOP-WIDTH: 0px; BORDER-LEFT-WIDTH: 0px; BORDER-BOTTOM-WIDTH: 0px; BORDER-RIGHT-WIDTH: 0px" alt="Move A fate accompli 015" src="http://x74.xanga.com/c2bc43e108d32174875308/z133104468.jpg" width=400&gt;&lt;/A&gt; &lt;SPAN style="WIDTH: 0px"&gt;&lt;/SPAN&gt;&lt;A href="http://photo.xanga.com/nanny2006/16d07174875277/photo.html" target=_blank&gt;&lt;IMG style="BORDER-TOP-WIDTH: 0px; BORDER-LEFT-WIDTH: 0px; BORDER-BOTTOM-WIDTH: 0px; BORDER-RIGHT-WIDTH: 0px" alt="Move A fate accompli 012" src="http://x16.xanga.com/d07c4ae108335174875277/z133104439.jpg" width=400&gt;&lt;/A&gt; &lt;SPAN style="WIDTH: 0px"&gt;&lt;/SPAN&gt;&lt;A href="http://photo.xanga.com/nanny2006/aefcd174875161/photo.html" target=_blank&gt;&lt;IMG style="BORDER-TOP-WIDTH: 0px; BORDER-LEFT-WIDTH: 0px; BORDER-BOTTOM-WIDTH: 0px; BORDER-RIGHT-WIDTH: 0px" alt="fog and tug 001" src="http://xae.xanga.com/fcdc20eb70030174875161/z133104336.jpg" width=400&gt;&lt;/A&gt; &lt;SPAN style="WIDTH: 0px"&gt;&lt;/SPAN&gt;A quarter of a year has passed since I last visited my own blog. I follow a few but somehow don't get around to writing myself. Since my grandbabies came back from Egypt, it seems Facebook has taken over. Try as I will, it's bewildering to me. Definitely for the young and adventuresome. Here I thought I was "with it" when I mastered some parts of Xanga. No sooner was I feeling a little competent, when something new overshadows that accomplishment. I think life is like that in general. Don't you?&lt;/P&gt;&lt;P&gt;No sooner do we fall into a comfortable feeling about something, then we are met with yet another challenge. It's like God watches and thinks, "Uh Oh! Complacency has set in with this one. Time to upset the apple cart just a little to open up yet another adventure while she is still on My earth!"&lt;/P&gt;&lt;P&gt;I have created my own little adventure of late by moving to a small town about an hour away from Victoria, up-island, as "they" say and what a fine move it is. If I had a million dollars, I couldn't do better than the wonderful view I have of a small bay, a saw mill, a ferry dock, a little town that turned itself into a tourist mecca by painting huge murals on the sides of all the buildings. It's called " The Little Town That Did". And what fun it is. The murals are totally awesome and depict the history of B.C. and the First Nations peoples as well as the Asian people that came to this country to produce the grounding as in railways, roads, waterways that we have come to enjoy and that makes our Province one of the best loved ones in our Country.&lt;/P&gt;&lt;P&gt;And so, each day now, I wake to the sunrise as I face east, enjoy a full day of blessed light through the south facing windows, and revel in the reflection of the sunset over the vista of islands in front of me. Sound ideal? Well, it is, and only 10 minutes from one of my daughters and her family. I'm settled in this little piece of heaven on earth and giving thanks to the Lord for His blessings. Now, if I can just entice friends and family to head up this way and join me for a visit life will be complete. It's so easy to fall into our ho-hum existence and not realize we need to venture out or in this case, venture UP across the Malahat to visit "The Little Town That Could/Did (well, one of those words).&lt;/P&gt;&lt;P&gt;May the glory of the Lord shine upon you this day, and all days.&lt;/P&gt;&lt;P&gt;&lt;A href="http://photo.xanga.com/nanny2006/177f9174874486/photo.html" target=_blank&gt;&lt;/A&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;SPAN style="WIDTH: 0px"&gt;&lt;/SPAN&gt;&lt;A href="http://photo.xanga.com/nanny2006/177f9174874486/photo.html" target=_blank&gt;&lt;IMG style="BORDER-TOP-WIDTH: 0px; BORDER-LEFT-WIDTH: 0px; BORDER-BOTTOM-WIDTH: 0px; BORDER-RIGHT-WIDTH: 0px" alt="fog and tug 002" src="http://x17.xanga.com/7f9c47e460332174874486/z133103760.jpg" width=400&gt;&lt;/A&gt; &lt;SPAN style="WIDTH: 0px"&gt;&lt;/SPAN&gt;&lt;/P&gt;</description><comments>http://www.xanga.com/Nanny2006/643652208/a-quarter-of-a-year.html#firstcomment</comments></item><item><title>Christmas Is Fast Approaching</title><link>http://www.xanga.com/Nanny2006/627790669/christmas-is-fast-approaching.html</link><guid>http://www.xanga.com/Nanny2006/627790669/christmas-is-fast-approaching.html</guid><pubDate>Sun, 18 Nov 2007 17:03:03 GMT</pubDate><description>&lt;P&gt;&lt;A href="http://photo.xanga.com/nanny2006/22333158239617/photo.html" target=_blank&gt;&lt;IMG style="BORDER-TOP-WIDTH: 0px; BORDER-LEFT-WIDTH: 0px; BORDER-BOTTOM-WIDTH: 0px; BORDER-RIGHT-WIDTH: 0px" height=400 alt="January 2007 139" src="http://x22.xanga.com/333c520319235158239617/z118790568.jpg"&gt;&lt;/A&gt; &lt;SPAN style="WIDTH: 0px"&gt;&lt;/SPAN&gt;&lt;FONT face="Lucida Handwriting" color=#bf0000 size=4&gt;&lt;STRONG&gt;It's a perfect time to discover where our priorities lie. This picture was an ad for one of the faith communities last year that made my mouth drop open, and my heart fill with truth. Oh, how I'd love to see the department store brave enough to do this! Would the lines be shorter or longer? What gifts would the kids ask for? Do your children/grandchildren know about gifts of the Spirit? Are they strong enough in their faith&amp;nbsp; to desire them?&lt;/STRONG&gt;&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/P&gt;&lt;P&gt;&lt;FONT face="Lucida Handwriting" color=#bf0000 size=4&gt;&lt;STRONG&gt;It has come clear to me over the past few weeks in conversation with others, that the enemy is just around every corner, enticing us, beckoning to us................."Ask for MORE"............."Leave the Lord behind"............."What has HE given you lately?"........." Look what "I" have for you."..............."Why deprive yourself?"........." Just enjoy the pleasures you are surrounded with.".........."Forget about others and please yourself"................."Let ME show you a way to revel in luxury, to be greedy and self serving.....to envy the haves and not to be a have not." &lt;/STRONG&gt;&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/P&gt;&lt;P&gt;&lt;FONT face="Lucida Handwriting" color=#bf0000 size=4&gt;&lt;STRONG&gt;During this season that is about the&amp;nbsp; Ultimate Love of our father for us, the Ultimate Gift of the Spirit to us, the beginning of the Ultimate Sacrifice that we may live guiltless of sin, the stores are full of a vast array of earthly 'things'. How tempting to buy buy buy and forget about the tomorrows when you must pay pay pay, frazzling our Inner Spirit in order to do what? In order to celebrate the birth of a tiny babe? Is this the way to do it? &lt;/STRONG&gt;&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/P&gt;&lt;P&gt;&lt;FONT face="Lucida Handwriting" color=#bf0000 size=4&gt;&lt;STRONG&gt;Will your children, friends, family, co-workers like you more for the packaged gifts you offer? Or can you choose to hold your hand out in love and caring, compassion and desire to ease their burdens. We look around us often, and we see so much excess in everything, and sometimes, some of us feel jealousy, envy and we wonder why God doesn't bless us with the same? After all, we pray the same way, we ask for His blessings often, we give Him loyalty and faithfulness, and yet He just doesn't provide for us in our time as far as we can see. But therein is the ticket! It's not in OUR time...........and it never is, for the Lord knows.........He knows why we are here, and what we need and when we really need it in order to come closer to Him. So, all we can do is trust that. That's what being a Christian means, isn't it?&lt;/STRONG&gt;&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/P&gt;&lt;P&gt;&lt;FONT face="Lucida Handwriting" color=#bf0000 size=4&gt;&lt;STRONG&gt;Instead of shopping, offer a helping hand to someone LESS fortunate because, oh YES, they are out there - sometimes as close as your next door neighbour who hasn't shared with you because you appear to be too busy to listen. Take time. Listen with your heart. Trust in the Lord. Do not be envious or filled with greed. Just know that He is with each one of us all of the time. He truly does know every grain of sand and so He understands and hears us when we beseech him for His help. Reach out to him....talk to him...and then 'wait upon the Lord" with patience and humility..&lt;/STRONG&gt;&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/P&gt;&lt;P&gt;&lt;FONT face="Lucida Handwriting" color=#bf0000 size=4&gt;&lt;STRONG&gt;So put your cheque book away and open up your awareness to what the needs around you truly are. Labour lovingly as our forefathers did, to make a corn husk doll, a scarf, something we tend to diligently that costs a dime - not the price of a diamond. Be mindful that the gifts of the Spirit are so much more difficult sometimes to offer, rather than wrapping up a purchased item. &lt;/STRONG&gt;&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/P&gt;&lt;P&gt;&lt;FONT face="Lucida Handwriting" color=#bf0000 size=4&gt;&lt;STRONG&gt;May the Lord bless your giving through the balance of this year, 2007 and onward from this day.&lt;/STRONG&gt;&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/P&gt;</description><comments>http://www.xanga.com/Nanny2006/627790669/christmas-is-fast-approaching.html#firstcomment</comments></item></channel></rss>