Sunday Morning

 

Christmas Prayer

 

CHRISTMAS PRAYER

Loving Father, help us remember the birth of Jesus, that we may share in the Song of the Angels, the Gladness of the Shepherds, and the Worship of the Wise Men.

Close the door of hate and open the door of Love all over the world.  Let Kindness come with every gift and Good Desires with every greeting.

Deliver us from evil by the Blessing which Christ brings, and Teach us to be merry with Clear Hearts.  

May the Christmas morning make us happy to be Thy Children and the Christmas evening bring us to our beds with Grateful Thoughts, Forgiving and Forgiven.

For Jesus' Sake........ Amen.

(Robert Louis Stevenson)

Sunday Morning

 

Sunday morning

 

The best and most beautiful things in the world cannot be seen or even touched. They must be felt with the heart.

Helen Keller

A Beautiful Disguise

 

A Beautiful Disguise by Roseanna White is the start of The Imposters series. I have read several of Ms Whites books and always enjoyed them. Set in 1909, this story is quite unique including a circus, a trained lion, and monkey. 

Although some of Ms Whites previous books have had similar story lines (undercover investigators), this one felt slower with a lot of detail about the characters and the unique setting. The mystery was intriguing. As the first book in the series, a lot of the background was being laid. It is a clean historical fiction story but I didn't really see the circus type element as particularly believable. If you enjoy Whites other historical romance books with Christian elements, you will enjoy this one too.

I voluntarily reviewed a complimentary copy from the publisher. All opinions are my own.

A lost gift

Do you remember the days when entertainment centered around people?

You invited people to your home, fellow-shipping and singing around the piano In the days before my time, before radio and TV, we entertained ourselves. I love to read books by authors Jane Austen

 

and Maud Montgomery and glimpse into times past when an evening of entertainment consisted of a skit, or a play or someone filling an evening by playing the piano or singing an aria. Since the days of electronics, we have even lost the art of correspondence of letter writing.

 

We now correspond instantly around the world, where it used to take weeks, sometimes months to hear from people in other states and countries. Now we text the person sitting across from us at the dinner table.

We have forgotten how to entertain ourselves. Perfection has wedged its way into our thinking.

It's a lost gift. During the days ahead, when family and friends gather around to celebrate the upcoming Christmas season, I hope the spark of fellowship and enjoyment will help us to remember how to entertain ourselves and relish time with others.

Bread for the Journey

  

He changes the times and the seasons.

Daniel 2:21