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There is, somehow, a wonderful power about a mother’s voice, when she talks to her children about Jesus and his love, which stamps itself upon the heart, and the heart is a far better place for the custody of truth than ever the brain can become.

~ Charles H. Spurgeon

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I’ve spent my first Christmas in Heaven,
A glorious wonderful day!
I stood with the saints of the ages,
Who found Christ the Truth and the Way.

I sang with the Heavenly chorus.
Just think, I, who longed to sing!
And oh, what celestial music
We brought to our Savior and King.

We sang the great song of redemption,
How Jesus to Bethlehem came,
And how they had called His name Jesus,
That all might be saved through that Name.

We sang once again with the angels,
The song that they sang that blest morn,
When shepherds first heard the glad story
That Jesus, the Savior, was born.

Oh dear ones, I wish you had been here,
No Christmas on earth could compare
With all the rapture and glory
We witness in Heaven so fair!

You know how I always loved Christmas;
It seemed such a wonderful day,
With all of my loved ones around me…
The children so happy at play.

Yes, now I can see why I loved it,
And oh, what a joy it will be
When you and my loved ones are with me
To share in the glories I see.

So dear ones on earth, here’s my greeting:
Look up ‘til the Day Dawn appears,
And oh, what a Christmas awaits us
Beyond all earth’s partings and tears.

Author Unknown

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I am part of the fellowship of the unashamed. I have Holy Spirit power. The die has been cast. I have stepped over the line. The decision has been made. I am a disciple of His. I won’t look back, let up, slow down, back away, or be still.

My past is redeemed, my present is meaningful, my future is secure. I am finished and done with low living, sight walking, mundane talking, cheap living, and dwarfed goals.

I no longer need pre-eminence, prosperity, promotions, plaudits or popularity. I don’t have to be right, first tops, recognized, praised, regarded, or rewarded. I now live by faith, lean on His promises, walk by patience, lift by prayer, and labor by power.

My face is set, my gait is fast, my goal is Heaven, my road is narrow, my way rough, my companions few, my guide reliable, my mission clear. I cannot be bought, compromised, detoured, lured away, turned back, deluded, or delayed. I will not flinch in the face of sacrifice, hesitate in the presence of the adversary, negotiate at the table of the enemy, ponder at the pool of popularity, or meander in the maze of mediocrity.

I won’t give up, shut up, let up, until I have stayed up, stored up, prayed up, paid up, and preached up for the cause of Christ. I am a disciple of Jesus. I must keep going ’til He comes, give ’til I drop, preach ’til all know, and work ’til He stops me. And when He come for His own, He will have no problem recognizing me – for He is my Lord!

Author Unknown

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If I live in a house of spotless beauty with everything in its place,
but have not love,
I am a housekeeper, not a homemaker.

If I have time for waxing, polishing, and decorative achievements,
but have not love,
my children learn cleanliness, ­not godliness.

If I scream at my children for every infraction,
and fault them for every mess they make,
but have not love,
my children become people-pleasers, not obedient children.

Love leaves the dust in search of a child’s laugh.
Love smiles at the tiny fingerprints on a newly cleaned window.
Love wipes away the tears before it wipes up the spilled milk.
Love picks up the child before it picks up the toys.

Love accepts the fact that I am the ever-present “mommy,”
the taxi-driver to every childhood event,
the counselor when my children fail or are hurt.

Love crawls with the baby, walks with the toddler, and runs with the child,
then stands aside to let the youth walk into adulthood.

Before I became a mother I took glory in my house of perfection.
Now I glory in God’s perfection of my child.

All the projections I had for my house and my children
have faded away into insignificance,
And what remain are the memories of my kids.

Now there abides in my home scratches on most of the furniture,
dishes with missing place settings,
and bedroom walls full of stickers, posters and markings,
But the greatest of all is the Love
that permeates my relationships with my children.

-Adapted by Jim Fowler

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