Posted on 12/19/2020 8:01:02 AM PST by Mrs. Warrior
Every new year's eve we have a family tradition; we get a big box of chocolates and we get in a circle and tell the stories of the most memorable fun we had as a family. These stories are stored in a memory book to be retold to the future generations.
We give thanks to God for our blessings. We savor the sweetness of the chocolate to remind us that life can be sweet. Then we review the events that were very hard but that we got through. We discuss that at the end of the year we write our own page of family history.
This year I will share a story of how we are like travelers driving through the mountains. Before us is a tunnel. The need for the tunnel was determined long ago; the blasting away of the rock, the forming of a structure to bear the weight of the mountain above it, the paving of a road for vehicles to drive on, lights to illuminate the passage to the end of the tunnel. Tunnel vision is like the tunnel on a road. The tunnel is a way through, the only way through the obstacle ahead. So we have to look at the light at the other side- the destination is that way.
This year our nation had the virus, the lock downs, the riots of hatred and discontent, the senseless burning of businesses and killing and violence without meaning. We had an election that was so dirty. Many American people ask “ how low did you go, Joe”? We have threats from China and Iran and North Korea and Russia. We have someone who has a vision for America that is a dark tunnel that comes from a soul dark in depravity of sin.
I ask the grand kids “where can we put all this bad stuff,? We will not let it stay in our souls. Jesus knew that mankind would in rage battles wage. He made ta tunnel trough the darkness, He went down into the earth to gather the souls from paradise. He paid for their sins; He came to carry them to heaven. He paved the way for us to come to God.
In the middle of the charm of our farm, we forgive those who have done us harm. We drive trough the tunnel till at last we come out the other side. There we will see vistas of mountains standing high, surrounded by a blue sky. Where the clean pure water of a mountain spring bubbles up from the rock, and cascades down to a green pool. Where meadows of wild flowers dance with birds and butterflies.
We talk of our hopes for the new year. We hug and give thanks that God will always be near. This year we need to say “I love you, I stand with you; God bless and keep you”. We keep on driving as there are more roads which lead to life and liberty and the pursuit of happiness.
We watch the king salmon come in from the sea, driven up rivers and streams by the survival instinct God put in this creature. They apparently have a magnetic direction finder that allows them to follow the magnetic fields, that leads them to waters where they will renew life. At the falls,are big bears seeking to devour as many of the salmon as the can. At the bottom of the falls the fish rest and gather strength. The fish go as a group so they have greater chances of shooting up over the falls and avoiding the grasp and maw of the bears. The king salmon turns a lovely color of red as it makes it way upstream.
Americans have spring time ahead, where family picnics sitting on colorful quilts will be spread. Where Donald Trump, whose vision for America is one nation under God, will be president still. We will continue to make it great! We have driven through the tunnel.
Now, in our vision for the new year, “if we walk in the light as He is in the Light we have fellowship with each other, and the blood of Jesus Christ His son, cleanses us from all sin” (1 John 1:7). We begin, we start over again. We live in the sea of humanity, it crowds like a city. Within us we know we were born for the river; run to the river where the direction of freedom pulls like a magnet. While bears wait to make themselves fat, run to where you were born at. Leave a legacy where the new generation knows the river that runs to the sea. Run to the life of Jesus, drink from water that leads to eternity. The king salmon turns red before it dies, the old fish who watched whales, now has offspring who will tell their own tales.
Woderfully written, and from a pure heart.
that light at the end of this tunnel is the fires of hell,,,imho
Thank you!
Merry Christmas and a very happy new year!
Amen, Mrs. Warrior sister!!!
Just retiring, I felt that I could relax and not be so tuned into what taxing units are doing. NOT! They all are about growing their territory, social justice, and upping the tax bills to property owners. So, time to activate!
May the love of Christ shine into the soul and spirit of each family member as you celebrate the birth of our Lord and Savior, Jesus Christ!
Truly refreshing, soothing, abounding with Hope. Thank you. May I share this?
Mrs. Warrior says you may use it as you wish.
She had me at ‘big box of chocolates’....
....but I read on.....and love the woven tale...
...I may use it when my family gets here for Christmas
The hook will be the chocolates:)
Happy for you that you still have a family you expect to endure. We never had a tradition like this but I have fond memories of others and a home that surrounded us with love and warmth. Sadly, our family fell apart when my parents passed away in spite of their great efforts to avoid that. I wish I knew how these things can happen. So sad to see that legacy die.
My best to you and yours, Merry Christmas.
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