One Little Light

 

Christmas--the first in my "Iona House"--was different than I anticipated. If not for the candlelight portion of the previous Sunday service at my church, I would feel as if a large part went missing. Usually we attend such a service on Christmas Eve. This year, we didn't. Yet that night, when my daughter and I were both exhausted by the previous day of baking cookies with the little ones, I was glad to subtract it from the schedule.

What happened instead (the very thing I wanted to avoid) was that our family time was focused mainly on opening gifts. 

It was better this year, but still not the simple and peaceful "Iona" version I longed for. 

We read a portion of the Christmas story before we opened gifts. I should have previously found the children's book I know I have somewhere. At least it would have had images for them to look at. (Add to checklist for next year.)

We ended with the main gift I wanted to give to each of the families--a $50 bill and declaration of JUBILEE for each. To me, this is symbolic of restoration for all and even a seed for my own restoration.

But I don't want a restoration to what was. I want a restoration of God's original design--for all of us!

NO weapon EVERY tongue

I got derailed in a transcription recently when the speaker declared, "No weapon formed against us will prosper!" I went on a rabbit trail and didn't return until today. When I saw where I was, I immediately remembered what happened (but never happened). I intended to write about the power of such words.

Even in this moment, I will make it very short because I need to return back to it. But I can still feel the power of similar words from a female police officer standing in an intersection on a rainy day. My "jubilee car" had just been smashed. The driver and one remaining witness said it was my fault, but I had a green light (and my witness left--and his phone number never connected). That woman was all business and did her duty with strict efficiency, but spoke to my tears only once: "No weapon formed against you shall prosper." Her voice was authoritative and factual--just like she had been throughout the incident. I believe I made this card after that. 

[NOTE: I did make it that day--05-07-2019 according to the photo.]

So once again, I am flung back to her voice and words as I face the most devastating "stuff" blow yet. 

Bad news keeps coming regarding my home. And I am declaring this again. Maybe I should make this into a mug and sell it to make some money! (I want to make a font too, but that will take a long time.) OH HEY! I could do a digital download of this very item for people who may want to help? Just a quick $1 to download it? No. I need to make a nice one. I'm babbling now.

This post seems to solidify that I need a place to just babble! LOL. I find myself becoming more and more of a hermit.