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Wednesday, July 4, 2012

Celebre, Célébrez, 庆祝, Celebrate!

Doesn't the word celebrate make you feel good? You just know there's going to be a party, a get-together with good friends and family or even having your own party! The fact is there is going to be cake! But I digress...

Today is Independence Day and Americans everywhere are celebrating the signing of the Declaration of Independence. I love seeing the American flag in front of homes. I love the parades and waving the flag proudly. I especially love seeing a little three year old waving one too! Fireworks are spectacular as well. I love all of the festivities! I decided to to share a few facts about Independence Day!

On June 24, 1826, Thomas Jefferson sent a letter to Roger C. Weightman, declining an invitation to come to Washington, D.C., to help celebrate the 50th anniversary of the Declaration of Independence. It was the last letter that Jefferson, who was gravely ill, ever wrote.

The first description of how Independence Day would be celebrated was in a letter from John Adams to his wife Abigail on July 3, 1776. He described "pomp and parade, with shows, games, sports, guns, bells, bonfires, and illuminations" throughout the United States.

Both Thomas Jefferson and John Adams died on Independence Day, July 4, 1826.

The 56 signers of the Declaration of Independence did not sign at the same time, nor did they sign on July 4, 1776. The official event occurred on August 2, 1776, when 50 men signed it.

John Hancock was the first and only person to sign the Declaration on July 4, 1776.

On December 13, 1952, the Declaration of Independence (along with the Constitution and Bill of Rights) was formally delivered to the National Archives in Washington, D.C., where it has remained since then.

In the summer of 1776, when the Declaration was signed, the population of the nation is estimated to have been about 2.5 million. (Today the population of the U.S. is more than 300 million.)

No one who signed the Declaration of Independence was born in the United States of America. The United States didn't exist until after the Declaration was signed! However, all but eight of the signers were born in colonies that would become the United States.

I am so thankful to be an American. I will never forget however, what I will always celebrate...

Give thanks to the Lord for he is good; His love endures forever. #Psalm 107:1

I am so thankful to love the Lord and be loved by Him! I am not only thankful for my citizenship but also for all that he has given me. I celebrate everyday for love I am SO not worthy of! 

Have a wonderful 4th of July celebration!

This has been a contribution for Christian Writers. This month's theme is 'Celebrate'. Check out the links on the right side of the page for more wonderful posts!

Saturday, June 30, 2012

The Treasure is Mine

Pirates have fought over you. Men have rushed to the west for you. Proud Olympian's wear you around their necks. Leprechauns protect you at the end of a rainbow. You've graced the heads of many kings and queen's. You've graced the teeth of many-a-rapper. You are edible.You are gold. You are a treasure.

"Do not store up for yourselves treasures on earth, where moth and rust destroy, and where thieves break in and steal. But store up for yourselves treasures in heaven, where moth and rust do not destroy, and where thieves do not break in and steal. For where your treasure is, there your heart will be also." Matthew 6: 9-21

This month's theme for Christian Writers is 'Pursuit' and I cannot help but think of pirate's pursuit of treasure. If only thieves and those who covet badly take these verses to heart. People can be so protective of their things. There are gates around buildings and who can forget the great wall of China? But things in this world will die out. Everything we have is temporary. We should pursue a life for the Lord. After all, he's done so much for us and deserves our effort. Treasure will await us in heaven as a reward. Being with Christ is our reward! If you trust the Lord as your savior your life in heaven is eternal. Your blingy-bling will not go with you when you die. The house you worked so hard for, the shiny new rims you've worked hard to get. Guess what? Means nada in the end. Will you pursue the Lord? What do you consider as treasure?

Ever wonder what it feels like to be gold? I've got an idea, why don't you try this? Place your right hand on your left shoulder. (Yes, seriously!) Now place your left hand on your right shoulder. Now squeeeeeeeeeeeeeeze. You are God's precious treasure. As undeserving of it as we are. The Lord gave his life for us, he loves us. He pursues us to no end. 

So while we let these guys enjoy their gold...

...let my life be the proof of your love and let me store up treasures in heaven.

For King and Country : Proof of Your Love

Burlap to Cashmere : Treasures in Heaven

The theme for the month of June for the Christian Writers blog chain was'Pursuit'. Tune in for July's blog! The theme is 'Celebrate'. The new list is on the right.

Tuesday, February 14, 2012

Leap for Love

The sun dipped low in the sky, creating a tidal wave of majestic colors. The deep abyss of blue’s and orange’s mingled together and created a bundle of joy that is purple. The breeze was an affectionate kiss of warmth and soothing comfort as it tenderly brushed by the tree branches. The town square was alive with laughter and life. On a simple wooden bench surrounded by trees and a newly lit lamp post, an old man sat comfortably watching the aforementioned laughter and life. His legs were crossed neatly and his hands, which had seen so much of life, sat primly on top. A father walked by with his two young sons and they greedily ate their ice cream. “I love you daddy,” the youngest one said in his squeaky little voice. The father affectionately rubbed the boys brown hair and said, “I love you too.” The old man, observing closely with his wise eyesight, smiled faintly. He had one son before, Richie, who died tragically in a motor vehicle accident in the late 50s at the tender age of seventeen. He remembered fondly taking his boy out fishing and hearing those beautiful three words. Feeling a faint skip in his heartbeat, he cleared his throat from the emotion swelling up and looked back to the crowd.

A group of teens laughed as they left the movie theater. Two boys kicked a trashcan and the old man narrowed his eyes, his favorite word popped naturally, ‘Punks.’ “Luke!” One of the girls in the group shouted angrily, “Pick that up! I’m not gonna get grounded again for hanging out with you!” Luke laughed with immaturity, picked up the black can and sang, “Miss Do-Gooder!”  “Heal the world!” The other boy shouted dramatically. The girls in the group laughed while the angry sister shook her head. Luke suddenly wrapped his arm around her as they continued to walk and said, “Aw sis, I love you anyway!” “Shut up!!” She shouted back and the group erupted into laughter. The old man was reminded of his own sister who had died twenty years earlier of a long illness. He smiled fondly; she would have never let him hang out with her friends.

There was a quick strong gust of the breeze and the old man’s hat toppled over to the ground. He reached down to grab it, but was wracked with coughs. He opened his eyes and saw a young, feminine hand sweep his hat up from the ground and hand it back to him. He looked up and saw a kind smile in return. What a friendly thing to do, he thought. There needs to be more people like her in the world. He nodded in thanks and watched the young woman walk towards a couple who began kissing in the middle of the courtyard. Suddenly, the young woman screamed and pulled the kissing couple apart, lunging at the other woman. The man, whose lips were red from his kissing partner’s lipstick, put his hands up helplessly as two officers ran over to break up the fight. As the women proceeded to pull each other’s hair out, the man put his hands in his pocket, began to whistle and quietly slipped away from the melee. The old man couldn’t help but laugh uncontrollably. How unpredictable life was! He remembered his best friend Morty constantly being in the same situation. All through high school Morty couldn’t keep a gal because he was so smitten with all the attention he got from the other gals. Morty was handsome and charming. He could persuade a lady in white gloves to buy a mud pie. He and Morty were drafted in the war right after high school. Morty was killed the first night there. As the police took the two women away, the old man sobered. His hand wobbled as he reached up to wipe a tear that had gathered as he laughed. He stopped suddenly when more coughs continued to ravage through his lungs.  When he finally looked up, the air seemed to evaporate from his lungs altogether.

He couldn’t take his eyes off of a young couple walking together as they left a romantic Italian restaurant. The young man’s arm was draped protectively around the woman. The light from the lamps reflected the glint of a wedding ring on his finger. He grabbed the woman’s hand and kissed it lightly. She was wearing a matching wedding band. The old man was fascinated, hooked, he couldn’t look away. The man looked around secretively and plucked a daisy from one of the flower beds in the Square. He handed it to his wife and she smiled bashfully. As they walked closer to him, he noticed why he was so hooked; the young couples were both people with Downs Syndrome. A stern voice was heard, “Nicholas! Plucking the flowers is a huge no-no!” The old man looked behind them and saw an older woman supervising them. Nicholas laughed, put his arm on his wife’s back and hurried her ahead. The older woman began to chase them. It reminded him of his Poppy.  He could see her now, with her wild red hair and face peppered with freckles that turned white every time she yelled at him. They were childhood sweethearts, hating each other for so long before eventually falling madly in love. They had married in their senior year of high school and stayed together through thick and thin.

The old man began coughing again and when he stopped to take a deep breath, he felt a hand touch his own.  He looked up and saw the Lord. It had to be Him. He had the holes in His hands for proof. The old man couldn’t hear the people that had gathered around him in the Square or the ambulance in the distance. The Lord smiled at him and the old man cried. “Christopher…” the Lord said. Christopher fell to the Lord’s feet and said, “Thank you…thank you for saving me…” The Lord helped him up and gave him a big hug. “I love you,” the Lord answered. When Christopher pulled away he realized that he was in a green field. It was bright, but there was no sun. Suddenly, a figure ran to him. It was his Poppy. Crying uncontrollably, Christopher ran to her and they embraced. They weren’t old any longer, but young and vibrant. Chris looked up again and saw his son, Richie, who had accepted the Lord as his savior two weeks before he died. “Richie!” Chris sobbed. He was surrounded by love.

There’s familial love, there’s spouse love…then there’s the love of the Lord. Whatever love you’re celebrating today, leap for joy, leap for love. Happy Valentine’s Day!

(This was my contribution to the Christian Blog Chain on CW. The theme is 'leap'. Check out the other contributions through my sidebar. This is also my last blog for a while, it has been so much fun being a part of the chain since October of last year. I can't wait to join up again, hopefully in a few months!)

Friday, January 13, 2012


What did you call me? No, I didn’t just use foul language, this happens to be a real word.  Friggatriskaidekaphobia (pronounced fre-ga-tris-kay-de-ka-fobia): the fear of Friday the 13th. Ooooh.

And cue scary music.

This brings us to our quest: Never fear! God will always be by our side. 

Psalm 27:1
“The LORD is my light and my salvation; Whom shall I fear? The LORD is the strength of my life; Of whom shall I be afraid?”

It’s so easy to feel afraid of the unknown. It’s so dark and scary. Sometimes we wish we had a sixth sense that could let us see into the future. But really, what is the fun in that? If I know that in 5 years I’m going to be the next J.K. Rowling I’d take it easy, sit back and relax because hey, Harry Potter ain’t got nothin’ on me. Harry who? Uh huh. I wouldn’t work hard to actually get there. I’d be a narcissistic mess! But think about God’s word. The Lord is my LIGHT!  He’s my STRENGTH! Those are powerful words! The Bible doesn’t mess around. It tells you like it is. Whom shall I be afraid of? Whom shall I fear if God is by my side? Not even Voldemort.

Deuteronomy 31:6
“Be strong and of good courage, do not fear nor be afraid of them; for the LORD your God, He is the One who goes with you. He will not leave you nor forsake you.”

Moses is so right on!! He is telling Israel not to be afraid of ‘them’, the mighty and powerful enemy that is against them. Apply this to all things in your life. Yeah Freddy Krueger has knives as fingers and Jason is pretty scary because he walks after you while you run and somehow he still catches up to you, but really, why be scared of our enemies? Why don’t we pray for our enemies? “But I tell you: Love your enemies and pray for those who persecute you.” Matthew 5:44

Psalm 56:3-4
“When I am afraid, I will trust in you. In God, whose word I praise, in God I trust; I will not be afraid. What can mortal man do to me?”

You hear that all you scary movie characters? You hear that Boogeyman? Candyman? And any other monster?! You know, we see all of these fictional heroes use swords and special inhuman powers to beat the bad guy, well guess what I’ve got? That’s right, keep nodding, I’ve got God! Does that make me a super hero, I wonder? Oh the possibilities! With God by our side, we can do all things through Him which strengthens us.

I will pray that this quest will be successful for you! Let God be your comfort! Praise Him in the storm! Don’t let this day with all of its superstitions ever bother you! It’s the day God created. And if you have a fear of long words I’m sorry, I couldn’t help myself: Hippopotomonstrosesquipedaliophobia!!!

(This blog was my contribution to the CW Blog chain on Christian Writers. Make sure you check out the rest of the posts this month! I've got the list on the right side of the page, like totally check it out!)