Well, here we are in the second week of December, with Christmas looming and our school holidays almost upon us. Here in New Zealand, our kids/teens have up to eight weeks off school, depending on their year and what date their school decides to close. Currently, I have Sammy still at school until the end of next week, and to be honest, I am very thankful!
Today saw me do what I never thought was possible – we have released five books in five months! Who knew that as the ‘General Dogsbody’ that I would be able to pull that off? Apparently everyone but me 🙂 Our latest release is a very personal book for me, due to having contributed one of the testimonials within it’s pages. I had a heck of a job editing this whole book, simply because people’s stories are real, vulnerable, heartbreaking and raw. We cover things like – addiction, abuse of all kinds, imprisonment, abandonment, brutality, violence, death – to name a few. There were moments I had to get up and walk away from the computer. The burden was so heavy and deep, and yet the honour was so truly great. One feels deeply humbled that I am able to help other’s bring their stories and testimonies to life. I am so grateful to God.
In case you hadn’t heard, I had the experience of being interviewed live on Facebook with a friend who has a Women’s Ministry here in Snells Beach. It was quite the blast, although the subject matter was intense. Speaking of overcoming abandonment, is actually what I am passionate about. Having been set free from this, and walking this out daily, it’s quite cool to be able to share some nuggets with ‘whosoever’. I will put the link at the bottom of this post for your entertainment!
As Christmas comes into view, I am reminded of something Neil and I experienced in Bethlehem, October 2013. We had gone over into Palestine to see the famed Church, which was undergoing a large renovation at the time. Our tour guide was a Palestinian Pastor named George, and he was very kind and informative. Amongst the myriad of tourists, we were told to stick together like glue and that Palestine wasn’t the safest place to be. George was slightly perturbed when three of our tour group decided to take off and try to see the ‘birth place of Jesus’……oh boy! After we all got back together, George took us down underneath the church, which were old animal caves, and to a tiny chapel that had been set up. One cannot forget sitting there in mid October, singing Christmas carols to Jesus/Yeshua! It was surreal and magical all at the same time. It gave me a great context for how the setting would really have been.
So, whether we have a tree or not, whether we get into the festivities or not, my prayer is that we all remember and celebrate Yeshua, in the revelation that each one of us has been given.