CHRISTMASTIME

Try to remember the innocence and wonder of being a child at Christmas.

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Christmas, that time when it was easy to believe in that place mother called, Heaven.
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God lived in Paradise, that place of wonder, the time of smiles, hugs, & kisses.

God created an Amber Light to fill the world with the Gifts of Heavenly Love.
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This image of Heaven, God, and Paradise has “stuck“ to my memory for over 70 years.  Still, at my age, I look into Heaven’s Light and see God clothed in white linens sitting on a royal blue and gold throne.

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Next to God is my guardian angel, “Trebor”, who continues to bring God’s special gifts of love that reappear year by year on Christmas Day.
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Do we not still hear the soft hum, whispering secrets, and the sounds of someone watching over me, leading me, protecting me, and caring about everything I think, say, and do?
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My mother, Mildred, taught me to look for the Christ Child coming in the light of the night sky on Christmas Eve.

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“Wait! “ She would say:  “Catch a glimpse of the angels spreading their luminous, silvery, and transparent wings as they lift the Christ Child into the golden light as you sleep.“

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 Jesus lifted by the angels, would fly all over the earth.

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The Divine Child would visit the hearts of all those who loved God. And, when the Christ Child completed his “night flight “the angels stopped at a little manager in the desert beneath the glitter of a bright star. Jesus was then placed into the arms of his mother, Mary, as the angels sang the songs and melodies of Heaven.
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 As my life unfolded and I grew older, I experienced the sting of disappointment, disillusionment, and heartache. Wonder faded. The face of the Christ Child - so clear in the child’s eye - grows dimmer as we leave innocence behind: that simple trust in heaven, God, angels, and a mother who tells the stories of love.

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The stories of Christmas meant to teach us to embrace the simple and the ordinary things of life with love.

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“Children do not get lost in the past or worry about the future: they are simply present with wonder, beauty, and delight. “

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So to be me.

Deacon robert r. lackney, My 4^th Day Journal: Christmastime 2011.