A Living Hope, A Sure Salvation Because of Grace

Labor -   work hard; make great effort -  work, especially hard physical work Love -  a great interest and pleasure in something. Called -  a strong inner impulse toward a particular course of action especially when accompanied by conviction of divine influence By the definitions above the definition of Called to a Labor of Love would be as follows:  a strong inner impulse toward a particular course of action especially when accompanied by conviction of divine influence consisting of hard work, physical work, making a great effort, because the particular course of action is a great interest and one finds pleasure in it. Bethlehem 2024 is packed up and put away for another production year and while Walking with Jesus is in 122 days, I find myself with a heart overflowing with the blessings God has placed in my life - because of the volunteers He brought to be a part of Sharing His story for His glory to further His kingdom!  The reality of my life curre...

Where do I begin with this one... Let me start with when people ask me when my birthday is....My answer every time is "the day after Flag day". I get the craziest looks ...and then they ask "when is Flag day?"  My response "you'll figure it out"  I do this for a couple of reasons.  One of them is I like to surprise people with things like their favorite food or dessert or a flower arrangement on their birthday or just because, but I don't like to be startle surprised or to startle surprise my family, chosen family, friends. So when I give the answer of what day my birthday is, I do it because I truly just want a solid friendship and time spent with the people I care about the most and that care about me.  Life isn't about the things one recieves or the gifts given because it's their birthday or it's Christmas... Life is about making the moments count.  If you read the post before this one you got a glimpse into what life has thrown at m...

 "When you are absent in heart but present in reality, you know the slightest bump or jostled by anyone would shatter your ability to hold it together. You'd be nothing but the dust that even a wisp of wind could and would blow away without any sympathy at all. As everything about you goes flying, you'd suddenly and horrifically realize you're helpless to gather the particles that were once "you" back into something of any sort of substance. " But I Am.   I've watched a lot of my family, chosen family, friends grieve hard the last few months. I myself have grieved hard the last few months - over my losses and as I've empathize with those grieving those same losses. Grief never leaves, or lessons... It's always there. It comes in quietly, at the most unexpected time.  And for whatever the reason the world tells us we have to always keep it together and we aren't allowed to show our emotions when grief hits.  So when I read the following in...