Patti it is beautiful and such a great
idea what you have done for all the children. My prayer is that God will bless you for all the hard work you have done and
such a great thing for all our children to come together.
Thank you from the bottom of my heart.
Carolyn Bethea Jeremiah
29:11 "I know the plans I have for you."
With 2 weeks before Christmas REMEMBER:
Jesus and Santa
Santa lives at the North Pole.
JESUS is everywhere.
Santa rides in a sleigh
JESUS rides on the wind and walks on the water.
Santa comes but once a year
JESUS is an ever present help.
Santa fills your stockings with goodies
JESUS supplies all your needs.
Santa comes down your chimney uninvited
JESUS stands at your door and knocks.. and then
enters your heart.
You have to stand in line to see Santa
JESUS is as close as the mention of His name.
Santa lets you sit on his lap
JESUS lets you rest in His arms.
Santa says "Hi little boy or girl, What's your
JESUS knew our name before we did. Not only does
He know our name, He knows our address too. He
knows our history and future and He even knows how
many hairs are on our heads.
Santa has a belly like a bowl full of jelly
JESUS has a heart full of love.
All Santa can offer is HO HO HO
JESUS offers health, help and hope.
Santa says "You better not cry"
JESUS says "Cast all your cares on me for I care
Santa's little helpers make toys
JESUS makes new life, mends wounded hearts,
repairs broken homes and builds mansions.
Santa may make you chuckle but
JESUS gives you joy that is your strength.
While Santa puts gifts under your tree
JESUS became our gift and died on the tree.
It's obvious there is really no comparison.
We need to remember WHO Christmas is all about.
We need to put Christ back in Christmas.
Jesus is still the reason for the season.
May the Lord Bless and Watch over you and your
loved ones this Christmas 2008
And may He prosper and bless the work of your
hands in the New Year.
God bless you all
Just sharing something i wrote in response
to someone crying out for a way to have presents for Christmas, this "anonymous" person wrote the
What can you do Christmas morning when you wake up
with the kids and there are no gifts to exchange? I
don't want to sit around and just look at each
other. It's still Christmas and the morning needs to
and here is how i replied;
Oh my, the Holidays may be almost
over BUT the gift
of Life goes on... and there is ALOT more to
Christmas than Gifts...
Our daughter was an organ and cornea donor 15 years
ago when she died at the age of 9 while trying to
board her school bus. She was always creating and
making gifts for people with her crayons and
her gifts live on in my heart, the gifts of
Love, Laughter and Thankfulness.
There is so much
we can give that is not a physical
present AND those gifts are treasured and endeared
heart and soul, never to be broken or ever
thankfulness of all there is to life is a
I hope that you were able to round up a charity to
assist you in the
area of physical presents but more
than that I pray that your hearts and souls were
touched by Jesus
being the Reason for the Season and
all that life "Gives" and has to offer.
God Bless You
Sunday, December 28th 2008 @ 11:34 AM
(Written by Faye McCord, TCF Jackson,
MS in loving memory of my son, Lane McCord (1/26/65 - 9/13/98) and dedicated to all bereaved parents)
With permission from Faye
the Night Before Christmas
~ For Bereaved Parents ~
‘Twas the month before Christmas and I dreaded the
That I knew I was facing - the holiday craze.
The stores were all filled with holiday lights,
In hopes of
drawing customers by day and by night.
As others were making their holiday plans, My heart was breaking - I could
not understand. I had lost my dear child a few years before, And I knew what my holidays had in store.
When out of
nowhere, there arose such a sound, I sprang to my feet and was looking around. Away to the window I flew like a flash, Tore
open the shutters and threw up the sash.
The sight that I saw took my breath away, And my tears turned to smiles in
the light of the day. When what to my wondering eyes should appear, But a cluster of butterflies fluttering near. With beauty
and grace they performed a dance,
I knew in a moment this was not by chance. The hope that they gave me was a sign
from above, That my child was still near me and that I was loved. The message they brought was my holiday gift, And I cried
when I saw them in spite of myself.
As I knelt closer to get a better view, One allowed me to pet it - as if it knew
- That I needed the tough of its fragile wings, To help me get through the holiday scene.
In the days that followed
I carried the thought, Of the message the butterflies left in my heart, That no matter what happens or what days lie ahead,
Our children are with us - they are not really dead. Yes, the message of the butterflies still rings in my ears,A message
of hope - a message so dear.
And I imagined they sang as they flew out of sight,
“To all bereaved parents -
We love you tonight!”
Christmas In Another Time And Place
I hear all of those Christmas Carols playing over and over as The special day nears.
But deep down underneath,
there is only one voice that
Would bring music to my ears.
Once again, the holidays bring along the heart break I
But this year, I will let my mind take me back to Christmas in another Time and place.
A time when just
because he was here, the world seemed right.
A time when I didn’t have to look up to the stars, to tell him good
A time when just to hear his laughter made me feel warm inside. A time when my heart was still a place for
hope, peace and joy to Reside.
It was the last Christmas I was to spend with him.
Left only now to wish for what
might have been.
It left me knowing when I had my sweet son, I truly had it all.
And it taught me I can never take
this life for granted, most of all.
The joy that he brought, almost made time stand still.
His spirit still
within my heart is ever so real.
So I will send him all of my love on this lonesome Christmas Day, And ask God to
bless him in a very special way.
The reminders of the season will always cause my soul to ache. But I can always go back
to my Christmas, in another time and place.
Carole Adams (Loganville, Ga)
Mother of Drew Adams
With permission from Carole
Christmas In Heaven:
I fell asleep on Christmas Eve, it wasn't much past
midnight. When suddenly, I stepped into a
place. A place, where the light was the purest and
brightest, that I'd ever seen! It tickled my eyes,
delighting my soul! I continued walking,
where I was at and what awesome sights, I might see.
When out of the blue I heard the most beautiful
hymns, being sung from somewhere far,
but yet near.
I hurried along, hoping to find the awesome singers.
So, I might see them for myself. Then, "as if", in
answer to my prayer, before my eyes they
The loveliest choir, floated up on a beautiful,
fluffy, white cloud! Oh, it was truely the fluffiest
and whitest cloud, that my thoughts could ever
imagined! And Inspired and awestruck, I listened to
singers, so intently. Then smiling from ear to
ear, my heart was warmed, and my soul was healed!
heard such a glorious sound! Then trumpets began
trumpeting and drums were pounded! As, tens of
thousands of angels came marching
in! And carrying
their instruments, they played them proudly, as they
welcomed me, to God's home.
So amazed and comforted, I looked about. Thinking,
my wildest dreams had come true!
But what to my
wondering eyes should appear! But more angels!
Thousands and thousands of them,
came flying up,
with their golden wings spread wide! With each one
greeting me, with all of their love! A love so
perfect and it felt so good!
To amaze and shock me
even more, even though I'd thought that "this was
the greatest"! And my heart couldn't possibly take
much more! My angel Mark came out from the
the group, holding his hands up high in a welcoming
hug. His smile, so
sweet from ear to ear.
And beside my son, stood all of "your
were all dressed in white! With their golden halos
and their eyes lit up with love, for it was
Christmas morning! They all smiled warmly, wishing
us all the best, their love, good wishes and cheer.
"We love you all, so dearly!"
They chimed in a
melodic unison, sending their thoughts so warmly!
Then bells began ringing, and the greatest surprise
was yet to come! Amazed and awestruck, I listened
I heard the
Trumpets, blow! Knealing down on my
knees I bowed down my head.
For God the creator, had
entered. And Jesus, his son was at his side!
"It's my sons birthday and we welcome you here. And
please come back again, but only
when it's your time.
And for now, I ask that do me
a favor. Please
send them a message from me, the Creator. To Love,
honor and obey me, and yes dear ones, your angels
are here too. Love one another on earth,
as we love
you! We love you and wish you all of the best. And,
forever our hearts will be with you!. Have a Very
Merry Christmas! Knowing,
that your angels are
spending it with me and my son, no grander place to
be! Then always remember, that we're here whenever
you need us, just call."
And with that wish, my eyes were opened again. And I
was laying awake, back in my
bed. But just one
thought, came to my mind. I'd visited heaven!
And wiith, "his love" my saviour
had gifted me, with a
gift to share with you.
Blessings for the hoildays
and always and forever,
Shirley and angel Mark
leaves a void a deep pain from within.
It's a pain that keeps
on giving, leaving us
breathless in it's wake.
Remember to live and breathe. We are survivors!!!
Mark Andrew, forever my son. 11-14-1978
www.choices- therippleeffect. com
All of our Angels bring a sweet
of Love from Heaven Above,
the Holiday Season and the New Year of 2009 ~
they, Are Forever Remembered with Love,
By All of Us,
they are so Dearly Divine...
Cindy Jo Greever
There is a memory in my heart,
When Christmas comes around;
Children's laughter filled the air,
And blessed it with joyous sound.
A little bit of magic,
Like sparkle on the snow;
Time stood still, now time is gone,
Where did the laughter go?
Where did the piping carols go,
The ones my child used to sing?
They're tucked so deeply in my heart,
In memories Christmas brings.
Where did the little stockings go,
That hung on the mantle with care?
Tucked away in my box of dreams,
Of the child no longer there.
For Christmas brings a special ache,
Deep within my soul;
For the child I loved and now is gone,
The half that made me whole.
Gone are the dreams of our future,
Left is a distant past;
Yet childish laughter rings in my heart,
And memories that will last.
Celebrate Christmas in Heaven, my child;
Let your laughter fill the air;
Until the day I am by your side,
My love will be with you there.
Allison Chambers Coxsey, © 2002
Used with permission