Amy's Place ... Poetry and Potpourri ... December, 2013

11-30-2013 | JustAmy; St.Louie1; MamaBear; Billie; Meg33, Friends

[JustAmy]

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Never Forget!





Bad Penny



Amy's personal guardian ~
the ever charming, lovable, huggable,
LouieWolf




Many thanks for stopping by. : )

[trisham]

See you later, Amy!

[notpoliticallycorewrecked]

I just sent you a PM.

[Mama_Bear]

Okay. Sounds good. :-)

[goat granny]

Sweet and soft to the heart..love it.

[trisham]

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=zQWXfHzOKUU

[luvie]

Happy Caturday/Dogurday...
...and Merry Christmas to all!

[luvie]

Beautiful!! Thanks for sharing that!...and Merry Christmas to you! :)

[luvie]

So sweet! :)

[JustAmy]

This is so cute, Meg.

Hope you had a Happy Cat/Dogurday.

[JustAmy]

Ahhhh ... thank you, Meg

[JustAmy]

LOL

Thank you, Jaidyn.

[JustAmy]

:)

Looks like it must be Caturday.

[JustAmy]

That is wonderful; I love White Christmas.

[JustAmy]

It is a go for 2:00 on the 11th.

[Mama_Bear]

Okay. Sounds good.

[MEG33]

Thank you!

[GailA]

Off to church, so not much time to get ready.

Silent Night
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=87q5dmW6zDg

[The Mayor]

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Christmas Wonder
December 22, 2013

Read: 1 Chronicles 16:7-13

Remember His marvelous works which He has done. —1 Chronicles 16:12

Bible in a Year:
Micah 6-7; Revelation 13

After my first semester in seminary, my family was given airline tickets to fly home for Christmas. The night before our flight, we realized we had less than $20 for the trip. Parking, transportation, and other incidentals were certain to cost more than $20. Heartsick, we resolved to pray about it. Though our children were small (6 and 2), we included them in the prayer time.

As we were praying, we heard footsteps in the hallway of the apartment building, and then “whisk”—the sound of an envelope sliding under the door. Inside the envelope was an anonymous gift of $50.

The wonder reflected on our 6-year-old daughter’s face matched the wonder in our own hearts. Here was a mighty God writing His name on a little girl’s heart by hearing and answering our prayer in the same instant. And so we, like the psalmist David, could “talk of all His wondrous works!” (1 Chron. 16:9).

So it was that first Christmas night, when a mighty, all-knowing, all-powerful God wrote His name on the heart of humanity, stunning us with the generosity of forgiveness and the joy of unconditional love. The birth of Christ is the answer to our most fervent prayers for love and forgiveness. Can you feel the wonder?

Lord, restore to me the wonder of Christmas,
felt most keenly when I first met Jesus;
for I long to tell the story with all the
joy it brought me that day.

A wonder-filled life is ours when we know the Christ of Christmas.

[MEG33]

Welcome To Sunday At Amy's Place

~Good Tidings Of Great Joy~ Luke2:1-20 ~ KJV
And it came to pass in those days, that there went out a decree from Caesar Augustus, that all the world should be taxed.
(And this taxing was first made when Quirinius was governor of Syria.)
And all went to be taxed, every one into his own city.
And Joseph also went up from Galilee, out of the city of Nazareth, into Judaea, unto the city of David, which is called Bethlehem; (because he was of the house and lineage of David:) To be taxed with Mary his espoused wife, being great with child.
And so it was, that, while they were there, the days were accomplished that she should be delivered.
And she brought forth her firstborn son, and wrapped him in swaddling clothes, and laid him in a manger; because there was no room for them in the inn.
And there were in the same country shepherds abiding in the field, keeping watch over
their flock by night.
And, lo, the angel of the Lord came upon them, and the glory of the Lord shone round
about them: and they were sore afraid.
And the angel said unto them, Fear not: for, behold, I bring you good tidings of great joy, which shall be to all people.
For unto you is born this day in the city of David a Saviour, which is Christ the Lord.
And this shall be a sign unto you; Ye shall find the babe wrapped in swaddling clothes, lying in a manger.
And suddenly there was with the angel a multitude of the heavenly host praising God, and saying,
Glory to God in the highest and on earth peace, good will toward men.
And it came to pass, as the angels were gone away from them into heaven, the
shepherds said one to another, Let us now go even unto Bethlehem, and see this
thing which is come to pass, which the Lord hath made known unto us.
And they came with haste, and found Mary, and Joseph, and the babe lying in a
manger.
And when they had seen it, they made known abroad the saying which was told
them concerning this child.
And all they that heard it wondered at those things which were told them by the
shepherds. But Mary kept all these things, and pondered them in her heart.
And the shepherds returned, glorifying and praising God for all the things that
they had heard and seen, as it was told unto them.

CHRISTMAS BLESSINGS TO ALL WHO ENTER HERE

[NicknamedBob]

A Difficult Season

This is a most difficult season,
We've traveled a distance this year.
I'm growing increasingly worried,
My dear wife and I are in fear.

Our journey has been quite a hard one,
And others have passed us in haste,
If we are to find some comfort,
We haven't a moment to waste.

But she could give birth any minute,
This motion is not a good thing.
We'll need to rest long when we get there,
And we'll need all the coin we can bring.

This traveling back to my hometown,
Means that I and my child will share,
This place of birth and our kinship,
With others who dwell about there.

The town is decidedly crowded,
There's not a room to be had.
The innkeeper lets us take shelter,
In a stable nearby. It's not bad.

The earthy smells are a comfort,
Somewhat like a scent of new wood,
As a carpenter, I know I'll rest easy,
If my wife will agree that it's good.

I would think it could be a bit festive,
With a pine bough to sweeten the air,
And a candle or lamp, to keep out the night damp,
But I sit on the straw and just stare.

For beyond the smoke of our camp-fires,
I can see a bright star in the sky,
The heavens may have their works revealed,
But I cannot spare them my eye.

For my wife is finding comfort,
In the straw of our rude little space,
And so, like it or not, I'm preparing,
To welcome our child in this place.

So a food trough becomes a first cradle,
As he comfortably makes it his own,
All swaddled about, with his face shining out,
He can reign like a king on his throne.

When I get to a place I can work at,
I'll make a good cradle, and sound,
A carpenter's son shouldn't have to accept,
Some rough sticks in a bad part of town.

NicknamedBob . . . . . . December 16, 2008