No, this isn't mine

But I thought this was as good of a place as any to post it, since I got it in my inbox, and I wholeheartedly agree with everything!

Merry Christmas, and Happy Holidays to you all!

A LETTER FROM JESUS!

Dear Child,

It has come to my attention that many of you are upset that folks are taking My name out of the season. Maybe you've forgotten that I wasn't actually born during this time of the year and that it was some of you're predecessors who decided to celebrate My birthday on what was actually a time of pagan festival.
Although I do appreciate being remembered anytime.

How I personally feel about this celebration can probably be most easily understood by those of you who have been blessed with children of your own. I don't care what you call the day. If you want to celebrate
My birth just, GET ALONG AND LOVE ONE ANOTHER. Now, having said that let Me go on.

If it bothers you that the town in which you live doesn't allow a scene depicting My birth, then just get rid of a couple of Santas and snowmen and put in a small Nativity scene on your own front lawn. If all My followers did that there wouldn't be any need for such a scene on the town square because there would be many of them all around town.

Stop worrying about the fact that people are calling the tree a “holiday tree” instead of a Christmas tree. It was I who made all trees. You can and may remember Me anytime you see any tree. Decorate a grape vine
if you wish. I actually spoke of that one in a teaching explaining who I am in relation to you and what each of our tasks were. If you have forgotten that one, look up John 15: 1 - 8.

If you want to give Me a present in remembrance of My birth here is my wish list. Choose something from it.

1. Instead of writing protest letters objecting to the way My birthday is being celebrated, write letters of love and hope to soldiers away from home. They are terribly afraid and lonely this time of year. I know. They
tell Me all the time.

2. Visit someone in a nursing home. You don't have to know them personally. They just need to know that someone cares about them.

3. Instead of writing George complaining about the wording on the cards his staff sent out this year, why don't you write and tell him that you'll be praying for him and his family this year. Then follow up, it will be nice
hearing from you again.

4. Instead of giving your children a lot of gifts you can't afford and they don't need, spend time with them. Tell them the story of My birth, and why I came to live with you down here. Hold them in your arms and
remind them that I love them.

5. Pick someone that’s hurt you in the past and forgive him or her.

6. Did you know that someone in your town will attempt to take their own life this season because they feel so alone and hopeless? Since you don't know who that person is, try giving everyone you meet a warm smile
It could make the difference. Also, you might consider supporting the local Hot-Line. They talk with people like that every day.

7. Instead of nit picking about what the retailer in your town calls the holiday, be patient with the people who work there. Give them a warm smile and a kind word. Even if they aren't allowed to wish you a "Merry Christmas" that doesn't keep you from wishing them one. Then stop shopping there on Sunday. If
the store didn't make so much money on that day, they'd close and let their employees spend the day at home with their families.

8. If you really want to make a difference, support a missionary, especially one who takes My love and Good News to those who have never heard My name. You may already know someone like that.

9. Here's a good one. There are individuals and whole families in your town who not only will have no "Christmas" tree, but neither will they have any presents to give or receive If you don't know them (and I suspect you don't) buy some food and a few gifts and give them to the Marines, the Salvation Army or some
other charity which believes in Me. They will make the delivery for you.

10. Finally if you want to make a statement about your belief in and loyalty to Me, then behave like a Christian Don't do things in secret that you wouldn't do in My presence. Let. people know by your actions that you
are one of mine.

P.S. Don't forget; I am God and can take care of Myself. Just love Me and do what I have told you to do I'll take care of all the rest. Check out the list above and get to work. Time is short. I'll help you, but the ball is now in your court. And do have a most blessed Christmas with all those whom you love. And remember,

I LOVE YOU,

JESUS

A recent discovery

OK, this is something that I thought for a while, but I now know it to be true! I am a "Hot Mom!" LOL!

I am almost 35 years old. I have been married for 6 1/2 years to a wonderful man. I am a full time stay at home mom (SAHM) to three kids (How the heck did THAT happen?!?). My oldest DD is 5 and in kindergarten. My next is 3 and in preschool and my boy is almost 6 months old.

Despite all this, I went to a concert last night with my DH, and was very happy to see I was in much better shape then most. Now this is not ego, although it was greatly massaged last night. I am 5'4" and currently 132 pounds, and still dropping. I am below my weight at the start of my last pregnancy and just 7 pounds from when I got married.

I went out last night in a pair of comfy, but funky (Fumfy? Conky?) jeans, heeled boots and a belly peeking tight and fuzzy sweater with sparkling buttons that matched the detailing on the jeans. I was pulled together in an "outfit" and not one drool, spit up or food stain on it. I even wore a real bra, and not one with nursing flaps LOL! I am at an age where I am very comfortable with who I am, secure in my relationship with my DH, and proud of how far I have come in my life. I wore makeup that enhanced my features, yet was still sexy, in style yet flattering to me.

I didn't even care that my low rise jeans showed more peeks of my c-section scar than my thong that was specially purchased for this occasion. I didn't even care that many of the concert goers could have been my children. I do care that I looked good, and my dear husband noticed. His friends noticed. Their wives noticed. I felt good! I was confident! I was, for just a couple hours, not a mom, but a woman!!

Today, even though I am wearing the jeans again with the boots. I am most definitely a mom. My sexy sweater has been swapped out with a sensible burgundy mock turtle neck. I see dried milk, dried drool, I think 3 different food stains from 3 different meals. I am wearing cotton panties in battleship grey instead of the color of cotton candy, and yes, my bra has flaps, and not for fun either.

Today I lack some confidence, since I am reminded over and over that I do not have all the answers by my 3 and 5 YOs. I am inept at everyday things (Ask my boy, and he can show you his- Hopefully not permanent- deformed finger where I accidentally cut off a piece instead of a nail - not sure who cried harder). I have dishes to wash, laundry to do, and yes, I scrubbed the toilet today. I bet 99.9% of the people that were at the concert last night can't say they did that today. Or this week. Or ever.

But still, I do have a bit of poise that came from the fact that some random person last gave me a look that let me know that I still got "it". He was rewarded with a smile that he never saw.

Ok, maybe its just more of a daydream. The hope that I am still a woman under this spit stained shirt. The hope that yes, mothering preschoolers is only temporary. But I still came home to my precious babies and will continue to do so. I love my kids and my life. I just hope that there is not another blogger out there ranting about the nerve of some people dressing like they are all that when in reality they will always be a frumpy housewife, no matter how you wrap it.

Anyway, if that is you, maybe it is a delusion on my part. But at least the wrapping is currently a size 6 and getting smaller every day.