Snow

Awaken to the white morning
Palest of grounds stand before me
Pondering upon who I am to be

Wandering out in the chill
Scoop into my hands sparkling dust
I realize in whom I must trust

In falling down I stand
Relishing the briskness of cold
Wondering what makes men bold

A warm kind hand reaches out
Taking it I know where I am
Boldly trusting in God the I AM

The light of His hope is constant.

My Grandpa Hug went to meet God face to face in glory Saturday morning after 92 years of serving God here.

He has prayed for me by name each night along with my many other cousins, aunts, and uncles.

One thanksgiving my Hug grandparents were over and we went around the table sharing what we were thankful for. As the tradition at our house often goes, we started with the youngest child and went around by age. We had heard everyone share their "I am thankful for.." and then it was Grandpa's turn. The table grew silent. Then he looked around at all of us and said how thankful he was that each of his descendants were following Jesus and loved the Lord. As he spoke he began to weep out of his deep gratitude to God for blessing him.

When visiting the small town where my grandparents lived I have always been known as Bernal and Virginia's granddaughter wherever I go. His life brought honor to his family through his humility and his love for his community.

I wish I could tell him today how inspiring his life was to me as a child and even now as I walk with the Lord. I don't need to though. Papa God is whispering beautiful words to him right now as I write this. Right now as I weep, my Papa is revealing the eternal inheritance my Grandpa has in heaven and showing him each and every treasure that was hidden above during his life on earth. I imagine it could take an eternity, but they have all the time they need.

We Three Kings

My sister, Anna, is staying with me for the holidays and God has been blessing us with amazing revelation of freedom, grace and intimacy with Him... And He has just filled us up with such joy-- we can't help, but laugh much of the time. One thing that has been making us laugh-- the three kings. Anna has been crafting and made these beautiful kings.

She insisted they need cloaks still. I agree, they are going to freeze without some sort of cloak to keep them warm on their journey to Jesus. So we wrote these new lyrics to an old song:

We three kings of Orient are;
Needing cloaks, it's cold where we are,
Field and fountain, colder mountain,
Traveling oh so far.

Oh, star of wonder, star so bright,
Star that leads us through cold nights,
Westward leading, still it's freezing,
Guide us in this snow so white.

We three Kings have come all this way;
Without cloaks, what more can we say?
Frost and blizzard, froze our gizzards
May it be warm today.

Oh star of wonder, star of hope,
Lead us to some nice warm cloaks,
In our wandering, so much pondering,
Might we meet some noble folk.

We three kings in Bethlehem town;
Met the king, spare cloaks all around,
Warm with laughter, still we're after,
Where this bright star shines down.

Oh star of wonder, star of joy,
We bring with us gifts not toys,
In a manger, not a stranger,
Lord we love your perfect boy.

Merry Christmas :D