Friday, December 28, 2018

New Year's Thoughts

2018 flew by like a tornado. And like a tornado, I feel like the year left things in my life overturned, upset, and destroyed.

But in a surprisingly good way.

One thing that took me by surprise was the resurfacing of a deep, old pain–pain that I had thought I had outgrown long ago. I cried and cried because the pain felt so new. And I cried and cried because I realized that the resolution I wish for may never come. But that's what we have to do with this kind of pain, the kind that we cannot heal on our own; we have to unbury it, in order to raise it up to God. We have to trust that He can heal us, whether or not the situation changes.

Another thing that I did not see coming was some much-needed pruning. But before I could be pruned, I had to come face to face with my own ugliness. And boy was I ugly! I was mean, spiteful, angry, and bitter, in my thoughts AND in my actions. And, it hurts me to say this, the people I loved the most witnessed it all. But what a happy ending! As much as I wish to hide the uglier side of me, I actually needed the ugliness to come to the surface. Then there was no way that I could deny who I was inside while pretending that I am kind and loving on the outside. And the ugliness had to be uncovered so God was able to remove it. Like a thorn that is too deeply imbedded but needs to be pulled out. Or the dross in molten silver that needs to float to the top. 

2018 was not my shiniest year, or my easiest, but it was definitely a year of much growth. And as always, I am thankful for the words of Lamentations 3:19-24:

I remember my affliction and my wandering,
the bitterness and the gall.
I well remember them,
and my soul is downcast within me.
Yet this I call to mind
and therefore I have hope:

Because of the LORD's great love we are not consumed,
for his compassions never fail.
They are new every morning;
great is your faithfulness.
I say to myself, "The LORD is my portion;
therefore I will wait for him."

And because of God's great mercy, I can look forward to 2019 with hope. This New Year, I am not making a resolution to change what I do. Rather, I want to change what I want. I want to need the Word, so much that I can't end my day until I've immersed myself in it. I want to be quick to listen, slow to speak and slow to anger. I want to act in love, not react in fear. In short, I want the words of Romans 12:9-11:

Let love be genuine. Abhor what is evil; hold fast to what is good. Love one another with brotherly affection. Outdo one another in showing honor. Do not be slothful in zeal, be fervent in spirit, serve the Lord. 

What do you hope for in 2019?

Tuesday, December 18, 2018

Wednesday, December 12, 2018

The True Meaning of Christmas

You will feel strange reading this when all around you are glittering lights and jolly elves, but bear with me. It will all make sense in the end…


Imagine yourself a slave...
A chain is shackled to each of your ankles, limiting your movements.
You work day and night, trying to complete your tasks to the satisfaction of your master.
Yet you don't do it to please him, but out of fear of the punishment you may receive if you don't.
Even in those moments when you do something that makes you smile, you are afraid, afraid that your master will find out.
You live your life in fear of punishment. There is no peace, not even in your sleep.


I used to live like this. When I first became a Christian, I thought it was about following a set of rules and doing certain things, like a slave. I wasn't aware of my slave state, but deep down in my heart and way in the back of my mind was always a lurking fear of punishment. I was afraid that I failed as a Christian. I felt guilty for every wrong thing I did. I spend my days striving to follow every command in the Bible and everything that I was taught to do. There was no real joy in me, even when I was doing something I enjoyed, something that wasn't wrong.

Then, I realized something. God isn't my task master; He came to rescue me from a life of slavery. He bought me from my master and took off my shackles. He adopted me into His family. I am no longer a slave, but a daughter. Now, I am living in freedom, and it is an amazing feeling! No more checking things off my religious checklist. No more worries about what happened if I don't fulfill my religious duties. No more guilt about failing as a Christian. I feel so much joy and peace, all because I live in the light of knowing that God loves me. 

What I am describing here is not a religion. It is a relationship with a living being, a relationship based on trust and love. I have a friendship with my God, and this is possible only because He came to earth, lived as a man, died for my sins and came back to life. And that is what peace on earth and good will towards men means. That is why Christmas is so earth-shaking and beautiful and amazing, and that is what I am celebrating this holiday season!

Sunday, December 2, 2018

Our Favorite Christmas Storybooks

In the Baird family, we love Christmas, and we love Christmas stories! Every day, starting on December 1st, we unwrap a Christmas picture book to read together. I also keep other books out for children to read on their own, or for us to read aloud at the dinner table.

If you're in search of some great Christmas books to share with your family this year, let me suggest these!

Our absolute favorites:


Santa's Favorite Story by Hisako Aoki
A picture book that perfectly combines Santa with the true Hero of Christmas

The Best Christmas Pageant Ever by Barbara Robinson
This is a chapter book for read-aloud or older children, but it's best read together. You'll see Christmas with fresh eyes!

The Christmas Carol by Charles Dickens
The old English may be hard, so I recommend reading this aloud, or listening to an audio version of it. But don't think that watching a movie of this story (even the Muppets version... my favorite) is enough. Most adaptations remove Dickens's Christian message (and his humor– that Dickens is surprisingly funny!)

Christmas Tapestry by Patricia Polacco
A longer picture book that always moves me to tears 

The Legend of the Candy Cane by Lori Walburg
How that traditional little candy can tell a wondrous story

Great Joy by Kate DiCamillo
A simple, touching story about a girl and a homeless man


More favorites:

Tree of Cranes by Allen Say

Oliver and Amanda's Christmas by Jean Van Leeuwen

Toot and Puddle: I'll be Home for Christmas by Holly Hobbie

Toot and Puddle: Let it Snow by Holly Hobbie

Lighthouse Christmas by Toni Buzzeo

A Homemade Together Christmas by Maryann Cocca-Leffler

Zelda and Ivy One Christmas by Laura McGee Kvasnosky

Lighthouse Christmas by Toni Buzzeo

A Christmas Like Helen's by Natalie Kinsey-Warnock

The Wild Christmas Reindeer by Jan Brett

The Christmas Trolls by Jan Brett

(and if you like Jan Brett's books, she has a plethora of Christmas stories: The Night Before Christmas, Who's that Knocking on Christmas Eve?, The Twelve Days of Christmas, Home for Christmas)