Our Job is to Make Jesus Famous

 

We live in an "out loud" generation, don’t we? For those of us who thrive on social media, silence isn’t exactly our strong suit! Now that Christmas has wrapped up, I still find myself lingering in the awe of the most extraordinary birth EVER.

Mary? She was the quiet type. She didn’t post about baby Jesus’ first steps or angel sightings. But thankfully, Dr. Luke must have sat down with her because his gospel gives us a front-row seat to miracle upon miracles. And yet, even Luke’s account is brief -- barely a paragraph compared to my daily blog posts!

I’m amazed by Mary’s ability to savor those moments in silence. Luke 2:19 tells us, “Mary treasured up all these things and pondered them in her heart.” Meanwhile, here I am, typing away and broadcasting life’s latest happenings for all to see. If Mary treasured quietly, I treasure loudly -- boldly, and in full color!

But here’s the thing -- how do we make Jesus famous if we keep Him to ourselves? Sure, there are sacred moments when we simply sit in His presence, but the world needs bearers of “Joy to the World” as much today as it did 2,000 years ago.

There’s a time for “Silent Night,” but there’s also a time to “Go Tell It on the Mountains – or better yet – let’s tell it on our social media platforms, on the news and everywhere there are people who need a Savior!!”

I imagine Mary and I would make quite the duo -- her treasuring in quiet, and me daily shouting from blog feed. Maybe, just maybe, I’m carrying her voice into the digital age. Together, we’re making her Son known.

Jesus Himself wasn’t one to stay silent. He taught his disciples; he taught the multitudes. So, if Jesus was bold, why wouldn’t we be?
Let’s use every tool, every post, every platform to make Him famous. Let’s purpose to step out and let the world see His light through us.

Will you join me? Let’s advertise Jesus – God’s greatest idea – His greatest love ever shown!

Even Greater Things

 

Do you remember the days when the Selectric typewriter was the latest and greatest invention? Oh, how we marveled at the smooth hum of electric keys, a far cry from the relentless click-clack of the manual typewriters. It felt like stepping into the future.

And now, here we are -- in an era of computers that fit in our pockets, smart homes that respond to our voices, and cars that drive themselves. Technology has certainly come a long way, hasn't it?

This explosion of innovation reminds me of something Jesus said in John 14:12: "And greater things than what I do, you will do." When I think about that verse, I can't help but wonder -- was Jesus hinting at the incredible advancements we would one day witness?

Goodness gracious, Jesus didn’t have the luxury of an Uber! He walked everywhere, and yet, He was never too busy to notice the needs around Him. His eyes searched for those who were hurting. His heart was tuned in to the silent cries of the overlooked. He was the ultimate multitasker, pouring out love and truth in every step.

We live in a time of unprecedented progress. Ideas are flourishing, creativity is celebrated, and innovation seems limitless. One of my favorite shows, "Shark Tank," is proof of this. Week after week, people from all walks of life step up to present inventions that make life easier, more efficient, and sometimes just plain fun.

But you know what? I imagine the mothers of these innovators might have felt something like Mary did. Think about it: "Mrs. Ford, did you know your son would invent the car?" "Mrs. Wright, did you know your boys would take to the skies?" "Mrs. Gates, did you know your son, Bill, would one day shape the digital world?" "Mrs. Zuckerberg, did you know your boy would connect billions of people across the globe?"

It's a reminder that the seeds of greatness are often planted in ordinary places. And the most extraordinary part? Jesus didn’t leave us to figure it all out alone. In John 16:7, He promised, "If I go, I will send Him (the Holy Spirit) to you." The Helper lives in us, fueling our creativity and guiding our steps. Emmanuel -- God with us -- means that we have the limitless Creator whispering possibilities into our hearts.

So, as technology advances and new ideas unfold, may we remember that the greatest innovation of all is the Holy Spirit within us. There are no limits to what God can do through us when we lean into His wisdom and trust His guidance. Let’s dream big, love boldly, and embrace the endless possibilities ahead.

Blessings and greater things,
Donna

Help! I Can't Reach It!

I stood in the grocery aisle, staring up at the box of Dairy Whip perched just out of reach. A tall man walked by, and I called out, "Could you help me with that?" He tried – but NOT! Then, with a grin, he lifted his daughter onto his shoulders. She stretched out her little arms and snagged the box with ease.

It got me thinking – why do stores put things so high up? Most of the time, retailers know exactly what they're doing. The eye-level goodies? Those are meant to draw us in. And the low-hanging snacks? A siren call for the kids – cue the begging for candy or cartoon-laden cereal.

I’m no stranger to their tactics. I head in for two things, skip the cart, and before I know it, I’m juggling armfuls of stuff I never planned to buy. And those impulse items by the checkout? They leap into my hands like they have a life of their own!

But what if we flipped the strategy and made it about faith? I want to be just like those eye-catching items – strategically placed by God, irresistible in the best way.

As believers, we’re called to be living, breathing "promotional displays" of Jesus – a light that others can’t help but notice. Matthew 5:14 doesn’t mince words: "YOU are the light of the world." That’s not just a suggestion. It’s our assignment.

Think about it – how do we show that light? We wait patiently when the line crawls at a snail’s pace. We smile at the tired cashier. We offer the mom with the screaming toddler a nod of solidarity, or we let the person behind us with just a carton of eggs go ahead.

These small acts? They shine. They say, "There’s something different about this one." And before you know it, someone’s thinking, I want what they have.

With the new year on the horizon, let's make a resolution that matters – to be light-bearers in a world desperate for hope. May our lives be displays of God’s love, peace, and joy, causing others to reach out and say, "I need that light in my life."

I Can Hardly Wait

I could hardly wait for our family Christmas Day celebrations with our Austin family. It was Jesus' birthday, so naturally, there was a birthday cake in His honor. We even gathered around and sang "Happy Birthday" to Him – a simple yet profound reminder of why we celebrate.

Thanks be to God – the waiting is over. We’ve journeyed through the Advent season, hearts prepared, ready to receive the Christ child on Christmas morning. Now, with joy overflowing, we sing, “Joy to the world, the Lord has come!”

I know you can sense where I’m going with this – the waiting, the longing, the anticipation. It’s not just about Christmas morning. The Apostle Paul echoes this sentiment in Philippians 1:20, expressing his own eager expectation:

“My eager expectation and hope is that I will not be ashamed about anything, but that now as always, with all courage, Christ will be highly honored in my body, whether by life or by death.”

Paul could hardly wait for heaven. And after all he endured, who could blame him? His heart ached for the day he would meet Jesus face to face. Paul’s longing was more than fleeting hope; it was an eager, confident expectation.

Isn’t that how we feel too? The way we eagerly watch our children’s faces light up as they unwrap gifts mirrors our own longing – the anticipation of seeing the greatest gift of all. No wrapping paper could ever contain the glory of our risen Lord and Savior.

The little Lord Jesus is no longer sleeping in the hay. He reigns, and we eagerly await the day when we’ll stand in His presence. Until then, we carry that hope in our hearts, knowing that what’s to come far outweighs anything we’ve ever imagined.

In the words of Max Lucado:
“The manger invites, even dares us to believe the best is yet to be. And it could all begin today.”

Oh, I want to see Him – look upon His face!
There to sing forever – God's amazing grace!
On the streets of glory – let me lift my voice!
Cares all past – home at last – ever to rejoice!

Oh, to see my Lord and Savior face to face – I can hardly wait!

LIGHT -- It’s My Christmas Word Time!

The celebration of our Lord’s birth wrapped up yesterday, and oh, what a sweet time it was! We had Christmas with Carl’s family last Sunday and celebrated with my Wuerch Family yesterday. Our East Texas crew joined the festivities via phone calls, UPS deliveries, and lots of texts. We may have been scattered, but we were all together in love and heart!

To me, Christmas means it’s time for my “word” message -- those personalized letters to each family member, paired with a small token of my love that highlights the theme.

Every year, I pray for a word that will encourage and bless each one, often drawing from the lessons God whispered to me over the past year.

This year, the word LIGHT kept flashing in my mind. It resonated deeply as I watched our world wrestle with so much darkness and fear. LIGHT feels more necessary than ever -- bright, hopeful, God-given LIGHT. My token gift to each one was a little lantern.

God chose us to be LIGHT-bearers and LIGHT-givers. And oh, what a gift that is -- the kind of light that doesn’t just brighten rooms but brings warmth to hearts and souls.

Jesus said, “YOU are the light of the world.” (Matthew 5:14). That means we’re already lit up and ready to shine like nobody’s business!

It doesn’t take grand gestures to brighten someone’s day. Sometimes it’s as simple as showing up with kindness, laughter, or a little joy -- the kind that can only come from knowing Jesus.

In my letter, I reminded everyone: “Think of yourself as a lantern. Wherever you go, you light up the room. And with Jesus as our source, we never have to worry about running out of batteries or our flame burning out. We’re plugged into the Ultimate Power Source -- Jesus, Who never goes out!”

I can’t help but think of that good ol’ Sunday School song: “This little light of mine… I’m gonna let it shine!” There’s something to it. We may never know how much darkness our light drives away, simply living with joy and faith, even in hard seasons.

Keeping that light blazing takes intention. Paul reminds us, “You were once darkness, but now you are light in the Lord. Walk as children of light.” (Ephesians 5:8). It’s like hanging out with Jesus -- the more we do, the brighter we shine.

So here’s my encouragement to you—SHINE, Baby, Shine!

“In the same way, let your light shine before others, that they may see your good works and give glory to your Father Who is in heaven.” (Matthew 5:16)

God Showed Up

God Showed Up
Happy Birthday, Jesus, and Merry Christmas to you and yours! If you’re like me, you’ve logged many hours in planning, decorating, shopping, cooking, baking, buying gifts and wrapping them, giving out Christmas cards and attending Christmas parties and open houses!

The crème de la crème came yesterday –- when we attended two beautiful Christmas Eve candlelight services. Fully immersed. Fully present. All the hullabaloo dimmed in comparison to the real headline today: the BABY REVEAL! At last we are celebrating the STAR of the show -- it's our Lord, Jesus Christ's birthday!

It’s a BOY! BEST NEWS EVER! God, wrapped in flesh, arrived in the most unsuspecting way -- as a cuddly, beautiful, heaven-scented baby boy. No royal parade, no press conference. Just a manger, a teenage mother, a devoted unbiological father and shepherds rubbing their eyes in disbelief.

If you’ve ever felt that God doesn’t quite “get” you or your circumstances, think again. He didn’t just dip His toes into humanity. He cannonballed right in. God put on skin and walked our dusty roads, felt our heartbreaks, laughed at weddings, and cried at funerals. He knows disappointment, joy, and exhaustion -- without a single slip-up.

This morning, as we are picking up the remains of crumbled wrapping paper and the stockings are lighter, let’s remember this. While Santa leaves behind crumbs, Jesus freely gives us hope and eternity. The greatest gift was already unwrapped and waiting in a stable.

If your children are grown, cherish the sweet echoes of Christmases past. If your heart aches with missing someone, draw near to the One whose birth we celebrate today. His presence fills every empty space.

The gifts under the tree will eventually lose their shine. But the gifts heaven brought? They last forever. We know the full story. The baby grew up, faced a cross He didn’t deserve, and conquered a grave none of us could avoid. The real celebration? That empty tomb -- the greatest plot twist in history.

So today, let’s celebrate our King of Kings and Lord of Lords -- because of Him, our story doesn’t end here.

May your Christmas overflow with faith, hope, and love. After all, love was the driving force behind that manger scene. “For God so loved the world that He gave His one and only Son.” (John 3:16)

Merry Christmas and Merry Forever -- loving, serving, and celebrating the One who made this day worth all the fuss. Joy to the world! The Lord has come!

He Shall Be Called Prince of Peace

 

Merry Christmas Eve to you and yours!

"Peace on earth, good will toward men." – Luke 2:14

The angels sang a song that night, one the world still needs to hear— peace is possible. Good will is within reach. But how can it be in a world with so much chaos?

Because long before the shepherds heard the angel choir, Isaiah whispered hope into the night. Seven hundred years ahead of Bethlehem’s birth, he penned the name we cling to today: "And His name shall be called Wonderful, Counselor, Mighty God, Everlasting Father – PRINCE OF PEACE." (Isaiah 9:7)

Oh, how I love that scripture. Not just because of its proclamation, but because I’ve lived under its promise.

Life hasn’t always been calm seas and blue skies. I’ve known storms that rattle the heart and questions that keep the lights on late at night. Yet, through it all, the Prince of Peace has held me steady.

He’s been there in the waiting rooms, the quiet after hard phone calls, and those long stretches where “What now?” echoes loud. And when my stomach knots with the unknowns, I feel His arms pull me close, whispering, "Everything’s gonna’ be alright."

Isaiah 26:3 often finds its way to me in those moments: "You will keep in perfect peace those whose minds are steadfast, because they trust in You."

That peace isn’t fragile. It’s not dependent on circumstances or fleeting headlines. It anchors deep, flooding rooms of worry with light and calm assurance.

As 2025 approaches, we don’t need to brace ourselves for the unknown. Instead, we can lean into the One who already knows every chapter ahead. There will be questions, no doubt. Days that feel longer than they should. But hear His words again: "Peace I leave with you; my peace I give you… Do not let your hearts be troubled and do not be afraid." (John 14:27)

We may not know what tomorrow holds, but we know Who holds tomorrow. And that, my friends, is the peace that passes understanding.

May His peace -- true and lasting -- be with you and yours, today and in all the days to come.

I'm a Sap for a Good Love Story

Thursday night we attended a Christmas Open House at the home of dear church friends. How precious they are, and how welcoming they were to many people. As beautiful as their home is – in more Christmas décor than a Christmas store -- is this couple, Lester and Barbara, and their story.

He is 91; she is 89. Lester was lonely, so he looked through our church’s directory, saw Barbara’s photo, called her, talked a while, then asked her out for a date. She accepted. Within a few months, they married and are as cute as can be (pictured here). We see them holding hands and looking into each other’s eyes like they were teenagers.

I love hearing love stories. That’s one of my “asks”, not just for table-talk, but I sincerely love hearing how couples met, fell in love, and married. Might I suggest that you give couples you know a real boost by requesting them to tell you their “story”! You’ll see a twinkle in their eyes when they start sharing.

Better than our love stories, is our story when we fell in love with Jesus. I love hearing those stories of amazing grace. Stories where someone had done them wrong. They had been in some bad relationships. They were broken and lonely. But THEN, they had an encounter with Jesus, and they have never been the same.

They heard about Jesus, God’s Son, Who walked on water, calmed the seas, healed the sick and raised the dead. They heard that He died for their sins, was raised from the dead and lives today. They heard this scripture: “For God so loved the world that He gave His only Son, that whoever believes in Him, will not perish but have everlasting life.” John 3:16

Suddenly, they had hope and everything started looking and feeling different. They fell in love with Jesus -- He Who doesn’t disappoint or hurt or leave them. He Who is kind and generous and forgiving.

Then they met His family members who were welcoming and warm. The more time they hung out with those folks AND Jesus, the more they saw He’s a friend Who can be talked to about any and everything.

Then they prayed: “Dear Jesus, I believe in You. I give You my life. Please forgive me for all my sins. Come into my heart, Lord Jesus. My hope is in you. Thank you, Jesus. Amen.”

This could be your Love Story, too! The greatest love story ever told was about God’s Son who left the portals of heaven to become one of us, first, as a little baby, then grow up and set the pattern for loving and serving others, and then to ultimately die for us so that our Love Story lives on forever.

At this time of the year, we hear that Love Story repeatedly. We can respond by asking Him into our hearts. Or we can rekindle this romance as we lean in closer to Him and bow our lives to Him in adoration – like the three wise men did.

We can determine to keep the “flames” of that first love we had for Him burning as brightly as the star that announced His coming over 2,000 years ago. Indeed, it is the "Greatest Love Story Ever Told"!

 

May the 4th Sunday of Advent Be With You!

Today, I invite you to join me in celebrating this 4th Sunday of Advent. We're almost to Jesus' Birthday!

The final lit Advent candle marks the beginning of the final week before Christmas. The white candle represents purity and peace brought to the world by Christ.

We can take some lessons from Mary and Joseph. They proved peace can remain regardless of best or worst circumstances. They were “on-the-move” to Bethlehem. Their baby was soon to be born and they needed a place to stay!

There was no room in the inn. Maybe that's a good thing or we wouldn’t be singing “Away in a manger, no crib for a bed” or “Sweet little holy child, born in a manger”!

For them – it was ALL about Jesus, the Son of God, being born. And so, it should be for us. In years past, my Christmas traditions were such a big deal to me -- the inside and outside of the house looked like a Christmas store.

I made dozens of cookies and candies to share with family and friends. I handwrote and mailed a flood of Christmas cards bearing my family’s Christmas photo. I spent hours shopping for the just right gifts. Despite my best intentions to make Christ the center of our Christmas, hyper mode was my center.

As we look at this 4th Sunday of Advent, may we consider coming back to the principle thing! Personally, I am recalibrating my thinking to God’s way of thinking which is the celebration of His Son.

If I let myself think it’s about me, I’d be in a tizzy that my Christmas traditions weren’t being kept. Our lives, wants and desires should be wrapped around THE ONE Who we celebrate. This Christmas, I am determined to focus on Jesus’ birthday.

It’s ALL about the LIFE and the STAR of the Christmas Story, Mary’s baby boy grew up to be our great I AM. “I AM” is our protector, our healer, our strength, our joy giver, our way-maker, truth-finder, and peace-provider.

Since it’s Christ’s birthday, no matter how we decorate the house for His party and give out "favors" (gifts), it is still ALL about Him Who is always the LIFE of the party.

He has come to give life to everyone at His party. And, when we lean in even closer, we’ll find that the LIFE of the party holds out Himself as the gift that keeps on giving. And the gift tag? It has our names on it. Oh, what a relief it is!

“I came that they may have life and have it abundantly.” — Jesus (John 10:10)

He's Knocking -- Let's Open the Door

“Listen! I am standing and knocking at your door. If you hear my voice and open the door, I will come in and we will eat together." – Revelation 3:20

The innkeeper’s story is one we’ve heard countless times. But have you ever stopped to imagine what he might have felt like when he realized the Son of God was born in his stable with the animals? Let’s eavesdrop on his testimony:

“It was chaos, plain and simple. The census had Bethlehem bursting at the seams. My inn was packed tighter than my wife’s spice cabinet. Business was booming, and honestly, I was exhausted. Then this couple knocked on my door.

I barely looked up. Another tired, dusty duo with nowhere to go. I gave them the standard line: ‘Sorry, we’re full.’ But something about them tugged at me -- so I offered the stable. It wasn’t much, but it was something.

Little did I know I was offering my stable for the King of Kings. I was so busy chasing profits and managing the madness that I missed the most divine opportunity of my life. If I could do it over again, I’d have cleared out the whole inn for this royal guest!

But Jesus didn’t hold it against me. He made do with the stable and brought light to my barn that no chandelier could ever match. Still, I wonder how often we’re all like me -- too busy, too distracted, or too overwhelmed to hear His knock."

Thanks, Mr. Innkeeper, for your honesty and for at least giving the Holy Family a stable so that we can all realize Jesus isn't about opulence and comfort -- He is about knocking on the doors of our hearts so that we let Him in.

Life gets packed, doesn’t it? Schedules, commitments, the Christmas hustle and our “inns” are full. But Jesus isn’t looking for perfection or palaces. He’s simply looking for an open door. Even if our lives feel like a messy stable, He’ll step in, clean it up, and make it shine.

When Jesus knocks, let's open the door for Him. We can give Him the welcome and the reception that He deserves as our Creator and Savior and King of Kings. And He will knock, because our hearts were designed for God to live in. In fact, He’s knocking right now. Let’s swing the door wide open and holler “Come on in!”

Overshadow Me, Lord!

It’s almost incomprehensible, isn’t it? A virgin conceived a child --not just any child, but the very Son of God. The Holy Spirit, the same creative force that whispered galaxies into existence, overshadowed Mary. And in that sacred moment, the Creator of the universe knit Himself together in her womb.

God became man, and His name is Jesus. But here’s the part that truly leaves me awestruck -- the same Holy Spirit that overshadowed Mary now dwells in every believer. Yes, you read that right. That same Spirit is alive and active in you and me. Let that sink in for a moment.

If that’s true (and it is!), what does it mean for how we live our lives? It means that when we walk into a room, we don’t just show up -- we bring the light of God’s presence with us. Not because of who we are, but because of WHO He is in us.

Think about it: the same Spirit that raised Christ from the dead -- lives in us! If Mary, a young woman with no social status and nothing extraordinary about her life, could say “yes” and become part of God’s plan to change the world, what might He do through us when we say yes?

This Christmas, let’s stop being weighed down by self-doubt or the lie that we’re “not enough.” Instead, let’s lean into the truth that His Spirit is more than enough. When we allow Him to overshadow us, He can use us to bring hope, joy, and peace -- not just during the holiday season, but all year long.

So, how about it? Ready to step into a room as a carrier of His love and light? Let’s pray, “Overshadow me, Lord,” and get ready to watch Him work. Who knows? This could be the year you become a world-changer or history-maker. After all, He’s got a track record for doing incredible things through ordinary people.

And that, my friends, is what makes Christmas more than a season -- it’s a call to be overshadowed by Holy Spirit and His mighty power!

Oh Tidings of Comfort and Joy

This time of year, my heart always turns to those spending their first Christmas without a loved one. While the world sings "Joy to the World" and the air rings with goodwill and glad tidings, I know not everyone feels like celebrating. I know this because I’ve been there.

I was just 15 when my sweet daddy, Roscoe Owen Wheat, passed into heaven on December 17, 1964. That day is etched in my memory. I came home from school to find him lying on my bed -- a place he never napped. “Daddy, are you okay?” I asked. He looked at me and softly said, “I’m okay, Baby. I’m just resting.”

But I knew. I ran for help, but by the time we returned, he was gone. My daddy’s last words were true, though -- he really was okay! He was resting in the arms of Jesus.

That Christmas wasn't easy. Gifts already wrapped -- like the pajamas and slippers Mom had bought for him -- were unwrapped with tears. It was just Mom and me now.

I understand the deep ache of an empty chair, the memories that surface more vividly during this tender season, and the yearning to be with those who have gone before us.

But here’s what brings me comfort: my daddy isn’t celebrating Christmas with Baby Jesus. No, he is with the King of Kings and Lord of Lords! Heaven holds the kind of peace, love, and joy that never fades. What could be better than a Christmas there?

If you’re missing someone this year, let your heart be encouraged. You are not alone. God is near, wrapping you in His love. “Do not be afraid,” He whispers. “I give you peace, comfort, joy, and a hope that will not disappoint.”

Wherever you find yourself this Christmas -- whether in a house full of family, a quiet apartment, or far from home -- remember what matters most. Emmanuel. God with us. That baby in the manger holds the promise of eternity, a future reunion, and comfort that goes beyond words.

In the meantime, do your best to offer God and your family a “sacrifice of praise” by turning sadness into gratitude for those friends and family members, still on this side of heaven.

Give them the gift of you putting on a "garment of praise". What a wonderful gift to give those around us when we can offer "sacrifices" of joy during this season.

So breathe in the truth this season: He is here. He is with you. God bless you, my dear friends, with His comfort and joy! I love you all so much! Merry and blessed Christmas to you and yours!

Visions of Sugar Plums

 

“Twas the night before Christmas” poem goes on to say....“The children were nestled all snug in their beds; While visions of sugarplums danced in their heads.”

But let’s pause for a moment. What is a sugarplum, anyway? I did a little digging and discovered three possibilities. First, it’s a candied plum -- a delightful summer treat. Second, it’s a holiday confection made of dried fruits, nuts, and spices. And third? Well, it’s ME, with my Southern twang, calling out to my grands: “Oh, my Sugar Plum, I love you so much!”

And we can’t forget the Sugar Plum Fairy from “The Nutcracker”, ruling the Land of Sweets with a twirl and a smile.

All this talk of sugarplums has me dreaming of sweetness and joy. But let’s be real -- what’s often dancing around in my head isn’t quite so dreamy. It’s the weariness, the expectations, the to-do lists, the lack of peace, the hustle and “what can I possibly give them that they don’t already have” moments, and those pesky thoughts that need to be swept right out the door.

Instead of letting the “stinkin’ thinkin’” take over, what if we let sugarplums (or something better) fill our minds? What if we listened to that soft, loving inside voice – THE ONE who is whispering peace, joy, and hope?

Proverbs 3:5-6 gives us a sweet recipe for peace: “Trust in the Lord with all your heart and lean not on your own understanding. In all your ways, acknowledge Him, and He will direct your paths.”

And if that’s not enough to settle our minds, how about this reminder from John 14:27: “Peace I leave with you; my peace I give you. I do not give to you as the world gives. Do not let your hearts be troubled and do not be afraid.”

So, let’s take a cue from those sugar plums. Clear out the clutter, embrace God’s promises, and remember: He’s got this. He’s got us. And that, my dear sugarplums, is the sweetest thought and gift of all. He's the gift that keeps on giving. Merry Christmas!!

The Giver of ALL Good Things

We’re still a ways off from President-Elect Trump’s inauguration, but he sure isn’t letting any grass grow under his feet! As he builds his team, we do our part by praying daily for his safety, wisdom, and God’s divine will for our nation.

And isn’t it a relief to know that our joy, peace, and trust aren’t tied to a transfer of power? Thanks be to God that our hope is built on a foundation far stronger than politics. "In God we trust" is etched not just on our coins but on the hearts of those who know Him.

God is the Giver of Christmas -- the source of every ounce of peace, comfort, and joy we carry through this season and beyond. James 1:17 tells us: “Every good and perfect gift is from above, coming down from the Father of the heavenly lights, who does not change like shifting shadows.” Aren’t you grateful for that unshakable consistency?

Let’s pause this season to celebrate with the Giver of all good things. Imagine Christmas without Him -- just twinkling lights, jingling bells, and a story about a jolly old fellow who works overtime once a year, rewarding us with gifts in exchange for cookies and milk. Fun? Sure. Fulfilling? Not even close.

The world loves to distract us with shiny things -- Santa, reindeer, elves, and the hustle of holiday shopping. But the greatest gift isn’t wrapped in ribbon or tucked under a tree or still in a manger.

If we only see Jesus as the baby in the manger, we miss the magnitude of His mission. That child grew up to change eternity, carrying out a purpose more beautiful than we can comprehend.

The Giver didn’t just give us Christmas; He gave us Easter. It’s the ultimate proof of love -- so deep, so wide, so life-changing -- it rewrote our forever.

This Christmas, as we give gifts to loved ones, let's remember the greatest gift we’ve already received. Let's celebrate the ultimate Giver, the King of Kings, and Lord of Lords.

Merry Christmas, dear friends. May His peace reign in your hearts today and every day until we celebrate together in eternity.

Where is Jesus?

I was pleasantly surprised and joy-filled when I walked through the corridor to our apartment and saw this beautiful nativity set and the large characters displayed. It warmed my heart and soul!

This nativity scene and those in our homes are more than decorations. They are invitations to reflect on the heart of the Christmas story. But what happens when the baby in the manger is missing?

Years ago, my four-year-old granddaughter discovered that baby Jesus had vanished from my nativity set. Her frantic cry, “Where is Baby Jesus?” filled the house until we found Him. Her big brother (5-years-old) had mischievouly hidden Jesus from her. Oh me!

That moment stuck with me, and I’ve often wondered: could Jesus be missing from more than just our nativity sets? Could He be missing from our hearts, our homes, and our daily lives?

The Christmas story is much more than a manger scene. It’s a picture of how close Christ wants to come to us. His first stop was Mary’s womb, and He makes the same offer to us: “If you’ll let Me, I’ll move into you.” Just as Christ grew in Mary until He was delivered to the world, He desires to grow in us -- until His presence is seen in our actions, words, and choices.

In this season, life can feel overwhelming -- conflict, busyness, and distractions swirl around us. Yet, like Mary, we’re invited to pause and reflect on the miracle of Christ’s birth. We’re called to make room for Him, not just in a stable or a nativity set, but in every corner of our lives.

If Jesus feels distant, take a moment to ask, “Where is He in my life?” Is He missing from your conversations? Your decisions? Your relationships? The good news is, He’s never far away. Just like we searched for baby Jesus that day, He’s waiting for us to welcome Him back into our hearts.

This Christmas, let’s make every room in our lives a Bethlehem. Let’s allow Christ to dwell in us so fully that we “deliver” Him to our world through our love, grace, and kindness. When we do, every place we live becomes a place of hope, joy, and the glory of God.

“Christ in you, the hope of glory.” (Colossians 1:27)

Joyful, Joyful We Adore You

Today marks the third Sunday of Advent, a perfect time to sing, “Go Tell It on the Mountain!” I’m not suggesting we lace up our hiking boots and scale a mountain! Let’s start right where we are -- at ground zero -- and let the JOY of Christ’s coming shine through us.

The third candle on the Advent wreath today is pink. It is lit on this third Sunday of Advent. Pink isn’t just a pretty color for baby announcements or celebratory ribbons. It represents being joy filled! The Apostle Paul tells us in Philippians 4:4, “Rejoice in the Lord always: again, I say rejoice.” That’s not just a casual suggestion -- it’s a lifeline!

Now, let’s talk about joy statistics. Did you know children laugh around 400 times a day, while adults manage only about four chuckles? Ouch. Maybe it’s time we take a page from the little ones and let their boundless giggles refill our “joy banks.” After all, joy isn’t about circumstances -- it’s about perspective.

When Paul wrote those encouraging "rejoice" words, he wasn’t lounging in comfort. In fact, he was in a cold, damp prison cell. Yet he knew the secret: “Emmanuel, God with us” – right in the middle of whatever we’re facing. Paul reminds us that joy doesn’t wait for perfect conditions -- it thrives in the presence of God.

Let’s circle back to pink for a moment. Sure, it’s girly (I once scotch-taped a pink bow to my baby Staci’s bald head to make sure everyone knew she was a girl!). But pink also symbolizes survival and triumph. Think of the joy when someone announces, “I’m cancer-free!” Joy is often born from overcoming challenges, whether it’s chemo treatments or navigating the trials of life.

And how fitting that the pink candle also points us to the ultimate joy -- a baby boy born in Bethlehem who changed the world. Paul’s life was no walk in the park, but he never stopped urging us to rejoice. Why? Because the joy of the Lord not only uplifts but anchors us in the unshakable truth that God is with us.

So, as the pink candle is lit this third Sunday of Advent, let’s double down on joy. Let’s rejoice and then rejoice some more, knowing that with God, all things are possible. Now, if you’ll excuse me, I think it’s time to belt out "I've got the joy, joy, joy, joy down in my heart to stay!"

Lord, Make Me a Ponderer!

Picture this: I’m wrapped in the warm twinkle of our Christmas trees, surrounded by tiny village churches, my mom’s beloved ceramic tree with its colorful little bulbs, and my cherished Nativity sets. The air is filled with the sweet aroma of Maple Sugar Scentsy wax melts, and everything feels just right.

I am pondering. And what better time to ponder than during Advent and Christmas, when our hearts and homes seem to glow a little brighter?

A couple of nights ago, over Chick-fil-A sandwiches and a decadent peppermint shake, we overheard a touching conversation. Behind our table was an older gentleman sitting with his young (maybe around 8 years old) granddaughter -- in her pink dance costume.

He leaned in and asked her, “Do you know what cogitate means?” He didn’t wait for an answer before explaining, “It means to think deeply about something.” He went on to talk about the importance of thinking before speaking.

Carl and I were smitten. There we sat, with me savoring my peppermint shake and both of us savoring that delightful word: cogitate. We couldn’t stop repeating it, letting it settle into our hearts like a favorite carol.

It’s a word that reminds me of Luke 2:19: “Mary treasured all these things and pondered them in her heart.” Christmas invites us to pause, ponder, and treasure the precious moments as Mary did.

This season, I’m trying to embrace the art of pondering over hustling. Instead of running from one thing to the next, I’m choosing to slow down and think deeply about the miracle of the King of Kings coming to live among us.

The prophets often reminded God’s people to remember His works, and Mary shows us the beauty of treasuring and pondering God’s goodness.

I followed her example a couple of days ago. I wrote my Christmas letters to each of our nineteen beloved family members, pouring my heart into every word. I want them to know how much they mean to me. I’m sitting in gratitude, treasuring memories, pondering God’s love, and, yes, cogitating.

What if this Christmas we all took time to ponder? To halt the busyness, reflect on Mary and Joseph’s journey, and remember the Savior’s gift? Who knows? A little pondering might just be the answer to the perfect Christmas gift to ourselves.

If You're Wondering and Wandering.....

 

I listened to this eerie yet soul-stirring "I Wonder as I Wander” Christmas folk song and it gave me yet another blog. In case you'd like to hear and see the beauty of video, here's the link:
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After listening and watching it, I could picture a starlit sky, shepherds leaning on their staffs, and wise men traveling dusty roads. I’m sure they wondered in their wanderings.

John Jacob Niles captured the Christmas wonder when he heard a young girl, Annie Morgan, sing a fragment of this Appalachian folk song. From her humble voice, Niles wrote the rest of the song which came a profound truth: Jesus the Savior came for ordinary people like you and me.

But this wonder isn’t meant to stay in a Christmas carol or on a beautiful nativity scene. It’s meant to stir our hearts and guide our wandering feet.

This morning my heart is stirred about the baby born in a manger Who didn’t stay in the hay. Jesus grew up and wandered the hills of Galilee, the streets of Jerusalem, and the towns in between, healing the sick, restoring the broken, and offering hope to the hopeless.

His wandering wasn’t aimless. Oh my goodness -- suddenly I'm remembering Dion singing "The Wanderer"! Squirrel!!! I'll reel myself back in to remind us all that Jesus was purposeful! He was on purpose to fulfill His mission for you and me – a mission that led to His ultimate act of love on the cross.

And what about us? Don’t we all wonder about the “whys” of life? Why am I here? Where am I going? Especially during the Christmas season, we can feel lost in the hustle of wrapping gifts, decorating cookies, and attending parties. But in all our wondering and wandering, there’s a Savior calling us to “Be still and know that I am God!” (Psalm 46:10)

He invites us to surrender the chaos, the questions, and the weariness of our wandering to Him. When we open our hearts to Jesus, we find that He is our “home sweet home.” No more aimless wandering. No more restless wondering. NOW, we have the deep assurance that He is the King of Kings and Lord of Lords, Who came for us, died for us, and lives to lead us.

This Christmas may our hearts rest in the truth of that starlit promise. Let’s not just celebrate the season. Let’s literally come to the Christ who makes all our wondering and wandering worthwhile.

From Animal Control to Crowd Control

Picture the nativity scene: sheep bleating softly, a donkey nuzzling hay, cattle lowing. No opulence for the Prince of Peace.  God chose for His Son, a humble and lowly stable -- precisely where His plans unfolded.  God’s ways might seem off-course, but His ways far exceed our ways.  From animal control in the stable to crowd control with the multitudes, God always has a plan with divine precision.

Fast forward to Luke’s account of the feeding of the 5,000 (plus families). Imagine a stadium packed to capacity, but with no concession stands, no hot dogs or nachos. The disciples -- hungry, overwhelmed, and spent from crowd control -- Jesus already had a plan in mind.

With just five loaves and two fish, Jesus gave a masterclass in divine logistics. He organized the crowd into manageable groups, blessed the meal, and miraculously multiplied it until every stomach was full and twelve baskets of leftovers remained. Crowd control and multiplication -- His superpowers on full display.

And think about that little boy who offered his lunch. For the rest of his life, he could say, “Jesus used ME!” That’s the invitation extended to each of us today. What little we have --time, talents, resources -- becomes BIG in the hands of the Master Multiplier.

Right smack dab in the middle of Advent and Christmas, as we marvel at the baby in the manger, let’s remember that the child grew into the Savior who transforms lives. Whether it’s a meal for someone in need, a small gesture of kindness, or a bold step of faith, our “little” becomes extraordinary when we place it in His hands.

Let’s be the ones to raise our hands and say, “Pick me!” Let’s co-partner with the One who turned a manger into the throne room of heaven and five loaves into a feast for thousands. This Christmas, may we trust the Great Crowd Controller and Multiplier to do immeasurably more than we could ask or imagine.

After all, His faithfulness doesn’t hinge on ours.  He is faithful, period. And that’s the greatest gift of all.

Nesting for the King

Oh, how vividly I remember "nesting" like those mama birds, tirelessly fluffing and preparing for their baby birds to hatch!

It’s in our mama DNA, isn’t it? We wash, fold, organize, and somehow manage to cram the equivalent of a department store into one tiny nursery. Those moments of preparation were filled with anticipation, excitement, and maybe a bit of chaos -- like trying to assemble a crib at midnight with missing screws!

And perhaps I’m reminiscing because of my baby girl’s birthday, a sweet December 8th arrival many moons ago. What a joyous flurry of hope and expectation filled those final days! Her coming was more than an event -- it was a heart transformation.

And here we are now, in this beautiful season of Advent, preparing for another birthday -- the celebration of Jesus’ arrival. Advent is like a holy nesting season, a time to ponder His miraculous birth with the same awe and wonder we felt when we prepared for our little ones.

But instead of assembling cribs and folding tiny clothes, we ready our hearts. We wait, not with idle hands, but with purpose. We declutter the corners of our souls, sweeping out fears, doubts, and struggles to make room for the beauty of Christ to reign anew in us.

This is no ordinary guest we’re preparing for -- it’s Emmanuel, God with us, the One who left heaven’s splendor to dwell among us.
And though we celebrate His birth, we know He’s no longer the baby in the manger. He’s the risen King, our Savior, and friend.

So, let’s think of this season as planning His birthday party. Pull out the fine china of gratitude, string up the banners of praise, and light the candles of faith, hope, and love.

Nesting for Jesus isn’t just about reflection; it’s about renewal. It’s about rejoicing in what His arrival meant -- how it turned the world upside down and brought heaven’s light into our darkness. It’s about embracing Him as King in our daily lives and celebrating His love that makes all things new.

So, this Advent, let’s fluff our nests with joy, expectancy, and preparation. Oh, come, oh, come, Emmanuel!

I've Been Redeemed

Anyone mature aka old enough to remember S&H Green Stamps? They were distributed as bonus rewards for shoppers based on the dollar amount of their purchases at various check-out counters of supermarkets, department stores and gasoline stations.

It was a thrill to put those stamps in savings booklets (lots of lickin’ goin’ on), then take the filled booklets to the redemption store, REDEEM those books and purchase housewares and other items from the Green Stamps store or catalog. Such fond memories of those books and the excitement of FREE gifts!

REDEEM: to buy back, to get or win back, to free from captivity by payment of a ransom, to release from debt, to remove the obligation of payment, to exchange for something of value. (Source, Merriam-Webster Dictionary)

That redemption story pales in comparison to THE Redemption story of all stories. In this season of Advent and Christmas, we sing carols, we see nativity scenes, lights on trees – inside and outside, attend Advent and Christmas programs and candlelight services.

Why decorate? Why celebrate? Why all the hustle and bustle? It is because of the unparallelled REDEMPTION Story. There is a reason behind all the carols (we sang several of them at church last Sunday) and the feeling of awe and wonder about a baby being born in a manager. It is that Jesus Christ, Son of God, humbled Himself and became a baby – to REDEEM YOU and ME!

He became a man so that He could redeem us from our mistakes and the messes we make of our lives. He came to redeem us from our sins. Jesus paid the price for our salvation.

I remember an old chorus that went like this: “He paid a debt He did not owe, I owed a debt I could not pay, I needed someone to take my sins away. And now I sing a brand new song, Amazing Grace. Christ Jesus paid a debt that I could never pay.”

That is the good news that we celebrate this month and all year long. That is the debt we could never pay. God did it through His Son Jesus Christ coming to this earth to take our sins upon Himself. And He did that, when He died on the cross for you and me.

Doesn't that give us a sigh of relief? IT IS FINISHED. From the Manager to the Cross -- he paid the ultimate price for you and me! He REDEEMED us. Doesn't that make you feel that you're worth a million?

For Such a Time as This

 

Yesterday, we drove over the river and through the woods to Tyler, TX for my daughter’s 55th (a big one) birthday celebration. Staci’s amazing husband, and Christi Morris were the chiefs in charge of the festivities. They did a remarkable job of making her 55th birthday one to appreciate and remember.

Staci’s life is a testament to God’s faithfulness and purpose. Her love for God and for others radiates in all she does, and her impact reaches far beyond what she may realize.

As part of her celebration, we gave her a beautiful, decorative scroll that contains the entire Book of Esther in English and in Hebrew. I saw it as a reminder of Esther’s story that mirrors Staci’s own life in many ways.

Queen Esther was chosen to save her people in a time of great need, and her courage and faith led her to rise to the occasion. Her Uncle Mordecai’s words to her, “Who knows but that you have come to your royal position for SUCH A TIME AS THIS?” (Esther 4:14) echo through the ages, challenging each of us to step into our God-given purpose.

But this message isn’t just for Staci. It’s for you and me too. God has brought us to this moment, this day, with divine purpose. Perhaps it’s our words of encouragement, our whispered prayers, or the way we serve those in our spheres of influence that will heal, save, or restore someone’s life.

What is your “for such a time as this”? Maybe you feel unprepared or unworthy, but God doesn’t make mistakes. Trust that He has equipped you with what you need to fulfill your calling. Like Esther— and like Staci — you were born for a purpose.

Let today be the day you step into it, knowing that God works through those who are willing, available, and faithful. Your impact may be greater than you could ever imagine.

But this message isn’t just for Staci. It’s for you and me too. God has brought us to this moment, this day, with divine purpose. Perhaps it’s our words of encouragement, our whispered prayers, or the way we serve those in our spheres of influence that will heal, save, or restore someone’s life.

What is your “for such a time as this”? Maybe you feel unprepared or unworthy, but God doesn’t make mistakes. Trust that He has equipped you with what you need to fulfill your calling. Like Esther— and like Staci — you were born for a purpose.

Let today be the day you step into it, knowing that God works through those who are willing, available, and faithful. Your impact may be greater than you ever imagined.

It's Worth the Investment But God Gets the Credit!

 

Happy Birthday to my Staci Michelle Wallace!  This is a big one – 55!  I checked it out.  At 55, you’re in what experts call “middle adulthood” – the era between 40 and 65, which often marks some of life’s biggest achievements and shifts.  Yes-sir-ee! That has been the case for YOU!

For you, turning 55 means celebrating wisdom, accomplishments, and the new freedoms that come with lots of life experience. It almost sounds like it’s time to slow down.  Not so with my girl.  You are revving your engine and amping up for even greater than your former days. 

This birthday represents a reflection of major wins. It’s a chance to look back on your journey with pride and joy (particularly, when you married your forever love, Larry, and gave birth to your greatest assets, Payton and Alexia).  And now, most of all, you can check off – not the “To-Do” List as much as the “Do and Done” List. 

At 55, some people start planning their retirement.  Not so, with you, sweet girl.  I think you might be singing that old song by The Carpenters, “We’ve Only Just Begun” as I see the framework on your new barn dominium which will provide more opportunities for training, freeing and liberating others to live their best life at any age. 

I see you on your launch pad for an even greater take-off for changing more lives for the better, helping others be the best they can be for themselves, and for their families and others. “Quit” isn’t in your vocabulary.  So, I don’t see “quit” in your record books!

I understand “55” is considered “The “Emerald Year” – it’s all about embracing renewal and abundance which fits in right where you and Larry live daily – at your beautiful Epiphany Ranch.

It was worth every minute of raising you up as a conqueror, an achiever, and a first-class ambassador for our Lord!   I have a sense of pride and joy for ME – that I won big right along with you and Larry. And, of course, your Mentor and Coach, your ambitious, determined and focused daddy who cultivated your talents to the nth degree, is cheering you on from heaven’s grandstands.

I am still amazed at all the places you’ve been, all the goals you’ve accomplished and all the people you have ministered to and helped over the years.  You were BORN to use your talents on platforms (including the Epiphany Ranch platform) that glorifies God.  And to Him, be all the glory. 

You’ve only just begun, my darling daughter!  Dear Carl and me are also cheering you to accomplish everything you desire to do and be as you finish your race strong. We celebrate the gift of you to all of us on this wonderful day of your birth!   Carry on, good and faithful servant!  We love you so much!   

It's Worth the Investment But God Gets the Credit!

Happy Birthday to my Staci Michelle Wallace! This is a big one – 55! I checked it out. At 55, you’re in what experts call “middle adulthood” – the era between 40 and 65, which often marks some of life’s biggest achievements and shifts. Yes-sir-ee! That has been the case for YOU!

For you, turning 55 means celebrating wisdom, accomplishments, and the new freedoms that come with lots of life experience. It almost sounds like it’s time to slow down. Not so with my girl. You are revving your engine and amping up for even greater than your former days.

This birthday represents a reflection of major wins. It’s a chance to look back on your journey with pride and joy (particularly, when you married your forever love, Larry, and gave birth to your greatest assets, Payton and Alexia). And now, most of all, you can check off – not the “To-Do” List as much as the “Do and Done” List.

At 55, some people start planning their retirement. Not so, with you, sweet girl. I think you might be singing that old song by The Carpenters, “We’ve Only Just Begun” as I see the framework on your new barn dominium which will provide more opportunities for training, freeing and liberating others to live their best life at any age.

I see you on your launch pad for an even greater take-off for changing more lives for the better, helping others be the best they can be for themselves, and for their families and others. “Quit” isn’t in your vocabulary. So, I don’t see “quit” in your record books!

I understand “55” is considered “The “Emerald Year” – it’s all about embracing renewal and abundance which fits in right where you and Larry live daily – at your beautiful Epiphany Ranch.

It was worth every minute of raising you up as a conqueror, an achiever, and a first-class ambassador for our Lord! I have a sense of pride and joy for ME – that I won big right along with you and Larry. And, of course, your Mentor and Coach, your ambitious, determined and focused daddy who cultivated your talents to the nth degree, is cheering you on from heaven’s grandstands.

I am still amazed at all the places you’ve been, all the goals you’ve accomplished and all the people you have ministered to and helped over the years. You were BORN to use your talents on platforms (including the Epiphany Ranch platform) that glorifies God. And to Him, be all the glory.

You’ve only just begun, my darling daughter! Dear Carl and me are also cheering you to accomplish everything you desire to do and be as you finish your race strong. We celebrate the gift of you to all of us on this wonderful day of your birth! Carry on, good and faithful servant! We love you so much!

A Return Trip Like No Other

 

I’ve mastered making return trips – which isn’t a compliment to myself! Case in point – going to the grocery and picking up all the items on my list -- only to get home and realize one item was missing and I had to make the return trip.

In Luke 2:41-51 we read about the young 12-years-old Jesus going with his parents to the Festival of the Passover in Jerusalem. After the festival was over, unbeknownst to His parents, Jesus stayed behind in Jerusalem.

His parents thought He was with relatives in the caravan, but not so. His parents made the 3-day return trip to Jerusalem and eventually found him in the temple courts listening and asking questions of the teachers. Everyone who heard Him was amazed at his understanding and His answers at his young age.

Mary and Joseph’s precious possession had been found. Their RETURN trip was worth the effort. But I can imagine He received some good "talking to's" along the way of that RETURN trip.

Speaking of RETURN trips. Jesus left His throne in heaven, came to earth to live among us, be one of us, show us the way, die a criminal’s death and be buried. But hold on! He RETURNED to life.

A comeback story like none ever told. Go ahead and believe in another god, but I assure you, yours is dead. Ours is ALIVE and well! He rose up out of that grave! He revealed Himself to many people and then He RETURNED to heaven to reign on High.

That’s not the end of the story. It is the beginning for you and me. Yes, this time of the year we treasure the sweet baby Jesus in the manger. I have my collection of nativity scenes placed all over our home. They are precious to me!

But, more than the baby in the manger, what excites me most is that He is our soon-coming, soon RETURNING, King of Kings and Lord of Lords. His love for us who believe in Him cannot be exaggerated.

He will RETURN – sooner or later. And, when He RETURNS, when His feet stand on the Mount of Olives, I expect to be there, as His devoted follower, as one of “His sheep". This can only happen through personal faith in Him.

Getting ready for eternity should be our first priority! This old hymn’ chorus comes just came to mind – and it expresses my greatest desire and hope:

"Oh, I want to see Him, look upon His face,
There to sing forever of His saving grace;
On the streets of Glory let me lift my voice;
Cares all past, home at last, ever to rejoice."

That is a RETURN trip that is worth the wait and worth living with no regrets. Take my hand. Let’s go togethe