Wednesday’s Word to the Free: It’s Not All Up to You

Christmas store

My great-uncle had an adorable little shop in a castle-like building on the main street running through Smethport, Pennsylvania. It was advertised as the first year-round Christmas shop in America. Trees, ornaments, and Nativity sets were everywhere. He painted beautiful Santa Claus and manger scene cut-outs that decorated lawns–even, at one point in history (according to family stories), the White House lawn.

My Mom’s house provides better Christmas decorating ideas than any magazine: her trees (and there are always several each year), are always more interesting and beautiful than anything I’ve seen anywhere.

Christmas is in my blood, and I love it.

Even so, all the activity and expectations can feel overwhelming. The good news is that when our eyes are on Jesus, everything falls into place. We can depend on his strength, his timing, and his salvation.

May this word from the prophet Isaiah encourage you today:

Do you not know?

Have you not heard?

The LORD is the everlasting God, the Creator of the ends of the earth.

He will not grow tired or weary, and his understanding no one can fathom.

He gives strength to the weary and increases the power of the weak.

Even youths grow tired and weary, and young men stumble and fall;

but those who hope in the LORD will renew their strength.

They will soar on wings like eagles; they will run and not grow weary, they will walk and not grow faint.

Isaiah 40:28-31

Blessings to you this Advent Season. Come, Lord Jesus!

 

For friends new to this blog, “Wednesday’s Word” is a weekly Bible audio clip that rotates between Genesis, Luke and Psalms. Occasionally, I post “Wednesday’s Word to the Free,” a short Bible passage on what it means to be free. Freedom is a very big concern to Timley Mouse, the tiniest character in my upcoming novel, Bon Voyage, Sophie Topfeather!

On Sundays, I post an article-type post on themes in the novels: faith, friendship, diversity, etc. Thanks for reading! Feel free to share!

About Sonja Anderson

I write novels and picture books for children, and occasionally an article or short story for adults, too. I grew up in Ohio, and I have lived in Chicago, Connecticut, Boston, Tokyo, and Seattle. The beautiful Pacific Northwest inspires me every day.
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5 Responses to Wednesday’s Word to the Free: It’s Not All Up to You

  1. Cinda Lium says:

    Love that post from Isaih!!\

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  2. Christmas is such a joyous time of year. I think that’s why I love Christmas music and could listen to it all year round. Sadly, most people seem to want to limit it to December and complain if radio stations play it before Thanksgiving. Personally, I think Christmas music is a great reminder of the true meaning of Christmas, of God’s love for mankind. And so is your blog, Sonja! 🙂 Nice post! Would have loved to visit your great uncle’s shop.

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    • Thank you so much, Lauri! How nice of you. I wish you and your family a very Merry Christmas! By the way, my great uncle’s shop remained a Christmas store for many years, and even after he died, I remember that some women kept it going as a Christmas store. Sadly, the last time I was there, it looked all closed up. Maybe it will be a Christmas store again someday!

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  3. Johanna Wooldredge says:

    Dear Sonja, thanks for paying tribute to Uncle Leonard and the world’s first Christmas store. As you know, I still have one of his original Santas and display it proudly on our lawn every Christmas.

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