Thursday, December 20, 2007

DAY 7 Some Humor for the Mom's out there

Well, I'm still dealing with a sick guy. We got on an antibiotic yesterday, so hopefully that will start to kick in. He has had a little bit of a fever today, so I'm hoping the Motrin will kick in and that by this evening he will be better on the mend. We need a well boy for Christmas.

I'm still worn out from not sleeping the night before, so I'm putting off doing my other post with more Christmas decorations until the next few days.

I'd love to solicit some feedback from you. I'd like Sunday to be Reader Feedback day. Please email me your favorite recipes you'll be making for the holidays, as well as picture/directions of any crafty projects you've made. If you include your blog, I'll include that too. So, please send me your things for our "Best of Christmas" post to come on Sunday. I'm excited to see what you come up with.

Today's story is one that a friend sent me in an email. I thought it was so cute, I'd share it. We all need a chuckle this holiday season. With sick kids, crazy family, shopping and cooking, a good laugh is the only way to stay sane. Laughter is the best medicine!

The Christmas Pageant

My husband and I had been happily married (most of the time) for five years but hadn't been blessed with a baby.I decided to do some serious praying andpromised God that if he would give us a child, I would be a perfect mother, love it with all my heart and raise it with His word as my guide.God answered my prayersand blessed us with a son.

The next year God blessed us with another son.The following year,He blessed us with yet another son. The year after that we were blessed with a daughter. My husband thought we'd been blessed right into poverty.We now had four children, and the oldest was only four years old. I learned never to ask God for anything unless I meant it. As a minister once told me,"If you pray for rain, make sure you carry an umbrella." I began reading a few verses of the Bible to the children each day as they lay in their cribs. I was off to a good start. God had entrusted me with four children and I didn't want to disappoint Him.

I tried to be patient the day the children smashed two dozen eggs onthe kitchen floor searching for baby chicks. I tried to be understanding when they started a hotel for homeless frogs in the spare bedroom, although it took me nearly two hours to catch all twenty-three frogs.
When my daughter poured ketchup all over herself and rolled up in a blanket to seehow it felt to be a hot dog, I tried to see the humor rather than the mess. In spite of changing overtwenty-five thousand diapers, never eating a hot meal and never sleeping for more than thirty minutes at a time,I still thank God daily for my children. While I couldn't keep my promise to be a perfect mother -I didn't even come close.

I did keep my promise to raise them in the Word of God. I knew I was missing the mark just a little when I told my daughter we were going to church to worship God, and she wanted to bring a bar of soap along to "wash up" Jesus, too. Something was lost in the translation whenI explained that God gave us everlasting life, and my son thought it was generous of God to give us his "last wife."My proudest moment came during the children'sChristmas pageant. My daughter was playing Mary,two of my sons were shepherds and my youngest son was a wise man. This was their moment to shine. My five-year-old shepherd had practiced his line,"We found the babe wrapped in swaddling clothes." But he was nervous and said, "The baby was wrapped in wrinkled clothes." My four-year-old "Mary" said,"That's not 'wrinkled clothes,' silly. That's dirty, rotten clothes." A wrestling match broke out between Mary and the shepherd and was stopped by an angel, who bent her halo and lost her left wing. I slouched a little lower in my seat when Mary dropped the doll representing Baby Jesus, and it bounced down the aisle crying, "Mama-mama." Mary grabbed the doll, wrapped it back upand held it tightly as the wise men arrived. My other son stepped forward wearing a bathrobe and a paper crown, knelt at the manger and announced,"We are the three wise men,and we are bringing gifts of gold, common sense and fur."The congregation dissolved into laughter,and the pageant got a standing ovation.

"I've never enjoyed a Christmas program as much as this one,"laughed the pastor, wiping tears from his eyes "For the rest of my life, I'll never hear the Christmas story without thinking of gold, common sense and fur.""My children are my pride and my joy and my greatest blessing," I said as I dug through my purse for an aspirin.

Jesus had no servants, yet they called Him Master. Had no degree, yet they called Him Teacher. Had no medicines, yet they called Him Healer. Had no army,yet kings feared Him. He won no military battles, yet He conquered the world. He committed no crime, yet they crucified Him. He was buried in a tomb, yet He lives today.

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