Elorra

Christmas is so fun. Look at my little man decorating his little tree. "Ight," he would say as he pointed at the lights. Balls on the tree, balls off the tree. Repeat process. Toddlers are fun too. Christmas with toddlers has got to be the best. The kids get so excited about every little thing from the decorations hung at Target to the candy canes we bought to put on the tree of which Holly managed to break about half. "Are these treats for going potty, Momma?" That's right Holly. Treats for going potty, in the potty. Get it????? She has gotten it for 2 days straight. Why do kids regress anyway? Am I not an honest person? Do I really deserve this challenge? I know I have been bad in the past, but I am so much better than I use to be. But still it is God's grace that sees me through. Filthy rags is all I have compared to His glory. Which brings me to what the Lord showed me the other day that I have been meaning to write about because it is so special. I have doubts sometimes. All of us do, but Thomas was the disciple that everyone remembers as 'the doubter.' Doubting Thomas is what we call him today. I have a feeling that he was actually a pretty neat guy, but that is not my point. You know, Thomas asked to see the Lord's scars. He said that he would never believe in the resurrection until he saw the scars himself. So Jesus showed Thomas the scars. Jesus showed scars on His holy, resurrected body. What? Scars, on our Lord, Who is perfect and was resurrected from the dead by God. Yes. Scars. Scars. We all have them. Physical scars and emotional scars. Before I had my knee surgery years ago, I was worried a lot about the scars it would leave on my leg. I notice everyone who has the same scar as I do on their knee. As for emotional scars, I hide a lot of them. But our Lord showed His scars to the one who needed to see them. I have to be willing to share my scars to those who need to see them to believe. I pray that God can use my scars. I know that I am forgiven for the wrongs that caused some of my scars. Jesus has the scars to prove it. But it is just such a sweet thing to have the Lord tell me that my scars are nothing to hide or be ashamed of. Even Jesus has scars and the truth is, I helped put them there. Ouch. But oh, how sweet it is to trust in Jesus. Which brings us back to Christmas. A time to celebrate the birth of our Savior. I am trying to make this a very blessed time for my family. I want to keep the holiday in perspective and guide my children to celebrate the reason for the season. I feel really strongly about that and pray that the Lord blesses my efforts. Amen