O Spread the Good News!

© Jeanne E Webster.  All rights reserved

Excited faces glowed as the shepherd boys scurried to the place where the angels had told them a babe had been born.  This babe was Christ the Lord, the Savior of the world.   I wonder what their thoughts were as they approached the manger where this babe lay.  I’ve tried to plunk myself into their place as they stood looking upon this newly born baby.  How could this little one be the Savior, the Christ?   He’s just a plain baby.  No, the angels had told them this was Christ the Lord.  A Savior?  Yes!

What awe must have filled their hearts!  Did they merely nod to Mary and Joseph, or did they tell them the angels’ story?   Did they bow low as they walked to the manger? Did they reach in and touch his hand?  Did they gaze into the eyes of their Lord in wonder? Did the Babe smile at their bewildered stares?  Oh, my…the wonder of it all.  I just can’t take it in.

There is a song that filled my spirit as I pondered all this:   Heaven Came Down and Glory Filled My Soul.  I know this melody is meant for repentance and redeeming grace, but I think my heart would have felt these words as I looked down upon this baby boy in wonderment, trying to take it all in… especially the first verse and beginning of the chorus.

“O what a wonderful, wonderful day – day I will never forget;
After I’d wandered in darkness away, Jesus my Savior I met.
O what a tender, compassionate friend – He met the need of my heart;
Shadows dispelling, With joy I am telling, He made all the darkness depart.

Heaven came down and glory filled my soul! ”

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I love Christmas!  It’s the grandest birthday party we’ll ever attend!

“Glory to God in the highest, and on earth, peace and goodwill to mankind. 

Amen”

Sweet Baby Moment

© Jeanne E Webster. All rights reserved and observed.

Luke 2:25-33 “And, behold, there was a man in Jerusalem, whose name was Simeon; and the same man was just and devout, waiting for the consolation of Israel; and the Holy Ghost was upon him.

And it was revealed unto him by the Holy Ghost that he should not see death, before he had seen the Lord’s Christ. And he came by the Spirit into the temple; and when the parents brought in the child Jesus, to do for him after the custom of the law.

Then took he him up in his arms and blessed God and said, “Lord, now lettest thou thy servant depart in peace, according to thy word. For mine eyes have seen thy salvation, which thou hast prepared before the face of all people: a light to lighten the Gentiles, and the glory of thy people Israel.”

And Joseph and his mother marveled at those things which were spoken of him.

This passage of scripture is so fragrant with God’s outpouring of blessings upon mankind. Simeon, an old man and mere servant of God, devoted to Him in all his ways, went to the temple after the Holy Spirit had beckoned to him. He was told that someday he would see the Christ, the Messiah, before he died.

Was this the time?

Can you imagine the heart of this devoted servant straining to keep up with the flow of excitement surging through his veins? The Holy Spirit called; he responded. He was the right man at the right place at the right time. He would be the one to reveal the prophecy that Jesus’ significance would extend even to the Gentiles.

Also guided to the temple that very same hour were the parents of Jesus. Joseph and Mary were there to dedicate their firstborn son to the Lord. It was the customary law, along with offering a sacrifice of two turtledoves.

Simeon took the babe in his arms and blessed God!

This is the sweet part. . . holding baby Jesus in his arms. I have held many babies in my arms, and it was a rich blessing to snuggle each one of them. But–the Son of God, the Messiah, the Prince of Peace? How the arms must have trembled, the knees must have weakened; the head must have grown faint.

Yet. . . yet, Simeon raised his voice and said, “Lord, let me depart in peace now, for I have seen our salvation. He shall be a light to the Gentiles and the glory to your people Israel.”

No wonder Joseph and Mary marveled. Simeon was speaking about their firstborn son! One of the sweetest moments in history, folks.

Shalom

Birth Day!

fetus

copyright Jeanne E Webster.  All rights reserved.

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1 day:
Conception

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22 days:
Thub dub…thub dub…thub dub…thub dub…

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Gee, Lord! You were right…this is fun! It’s goin’ thumpidy thump. I feel alive!

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28 days:
Wow! My back is gettin’ stronger, and my liver, kidneys and ‘testines are growin’ too.

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How much longer will it be, Lord?

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35 days:
Papa, you’re so creative. Look at my eyes, legs, and hands! They’re almost shaped. Whoopee! I’ll be playin’ in no time!

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42 days:
Hmmm…Papa, I think I can think now, and my mowf and lips are right here! See? I’m even gettin’ fingertails!

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49 days:
Oh, Papa…look at me twitch my nose and toes! I’ve even got eyelids now. Watch me kick and swim in this watery pouch!

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56 days:
Papa, thank you for all these things called organs! And, gee, my bones are turnin’ from that cart’lage stuff into harder stuff!

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Wow! I just got fingerprinted!

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Sssh…I think I hear people talkin’. They won’t hurt me, will they? Is it dangerous out there?

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63 days:
Oh Papa, my toofers are coming in, and these fingertails will come in handy for scritchin’ the itchies.

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Lookee…my head goes this way and that way. Am I cool or what?!

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Oops…hiccup…hiccup…yep, I can do that now too!

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77 days:
I can breeve a little too, Papa.

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Oops, watch out…I went potty!

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84 days:
I’m hangin’ on by my thummies! Whee! All systems are go! Am I ready yet, Papa? Is everyting ok?

(first trimester is abortion’s prime-time)

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91 days:
Blahhhhh! Did you hear that noise I made? Ha Ha!

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I’m learning to use my lungs by breevin’ fluid.

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This thummie comes in handy. It kind of ends up in my mowf lots of times.

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Was that a “No,” Papa?

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98 days:
I’m feelin’ stronger, Papa. Is my heart really pumpin’ quarts and quarts of sacred fluid ev’ryday?

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105 days:
Papa, I can taste now too. I can’t wait to eat that peanut butter sanwinch you said us kids would like!

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4th month:
My bones are growin’ fast and fillin’ up with that marrow stuff. And look…I’m almost 8 inches long!

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17 weeks:
Wow, I’m dweamin’! All right! This IS fun!

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21-22 weeks:
What did you say, Papa? If there’s trouble, I’m developed enough now to be saved? Saved from what? Are there bad things out there, Papa?

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20th week:
I hear my mommie, Papa!

(earliest stage that partial birth abortions are performed)

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Mommie!

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She can’t hear me yet. I’m not afraid now, Papa. Mommie won’t let anyfing bad happen to me. It’s safe here, nice and warm and comfy.

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5-6 months:
I’ll be needin’ some air to breeve pretty soon. This fluid is yucky!

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Watch me grab that umbilical cord and spin around. Whee!

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I’d better rest up; I worked up a sweat.

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I’m really growin’! I’m almost a foot long and weigh over a pound.

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7-9 months:
My eyetoofers are cuttin’ through already.

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Watch these peepers work! I‘m almost all grow’d up. I can sense that Mommie is getting’ grumbly.

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HEY!

WHAT’S GOIN’ ON?

I’M FALLIN’, PAPA!

I’ve dropped down into a slide. This is scary! Papa, where are you?

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Waaaahhhhh!

Bethlehem–the Cradle of Love

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© Jeanne E Webster.  All rights reserved

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Bethlehem cradled the baby in Mary’s womb

He became our Savior, risen from the tomb–

He came…

to save the lost. 

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Gethsemane’s anguish pressed its clutch

His Father’s heart, He surely touched–

He paid…

the ultimate cost.

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Nazareth succored a carpenter’s son

To a wooden cross, His onus done–

He ransomed us…

from all our sins.

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Heavenly hosts descended below

He would be raised up, God’s will to show–

He is the Lamb…

our offerings.

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O come, Emmanuel, this holy day

Bless our Nativity Feast we pray–

He is lifted up…

God’s priceless love. 

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Little holy Child, our King of Kings

Release Your love, of which we sing–

Oh sing…

on earth and heaven above!

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Womb Talk

Newborn Baby in Mother Hand

© 2011 Jeanne E Webster.  All rights reserved

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1 day:
Conception

22 days:
Thub dub…thub dub…thub dub…thub dub…

“Gee, Papa! You were right…this is fun! It’s goin’ thumpidy thump. I feel alive!”

28 days:
“Wow! My back is gettin’ stronger, and my liver, kidneys and ‘testines are growin’ too.”

“How much longer will it be, Papa?”

35 days:
“Papa, you’re so creative. Look at my eyes, legs, and hands! They’re almost shaped. Whoopee! I’ll be playin’ in no time!”

42 days:
“Hmmm…Papa, I think I can think now, and my mowf and lips are right here! See? I’m even gettin’ fingertails!”

49 days:
“Oh, look at me twitch my nose and toes! I’ve even got eyelids now. Watch me kick and swim in this watery pouch!”

56 days:
“Papa, thank you for all these things called organs! And, gee, my bones are turnin’ from that cart’lage stuff into harder stuff!”

“Wow! I just got fingerprinted!”

“Sssh…I think I hear people talkin’. They won’t hurt me, will they? Is it dangerous out there?”

63 days:
“Oh Papa, my toofers are coming in, and these fingertails will come in handy for scritchin’ the itchies.”

“Lookee…my head goes this way and that way. Am I cool or what?!”

“Oops…hiccup…hiccup…yep, I can do that now too!”

77 days:
“I can breeve a little too, Papa.”

“Oops, watch out…I went potty!”

84 days:
“I’m hangin’ on by my thummies! Whee! All systems are go! Am I ready yet, Papa? Is everyting ok?”

(first trimester is abortion’s prime-time)

91 days:
“Blahhhhh! Did you hear that noise I made? Ha Ha!”

“I’m learning to use my lungs by breevin’ fluid.”

“This thummie comes in handy. It kind of ends up in my mowf lots of times.”

“Was that a ‘No,’ Papa?”

98 days:
“I’m feelin’ stronger, Papa. Is my heart really pumpin’ quarts and quarts of sacred fluid ev’ryday?”

105 days:
“Papa, I can taste now too. I can’t wait to eat that peanut butter sanwinch you said us kids would like!”

4th month:
“My bones are growin’ fast and fillin’ up with that marrow stuff. And look…I’m almost 8 inches long!”

17 weeks:
“Wow, I’m dweamin’! All right! This IS fun!”

21-22 weeks:
“What did you say, Papa? If there’s trouble, I’m developed enough now to be saved? Saved from what? Are there bad things out there, Papa?”

20th week:
“I hear my mommie, Papa!”

(earliest stage that partial birth abortions are performed)

“Mommie!”

“She can’t hear me yet. I’m not afraid now, Papa. Mommie won’t let anyfing bad happen to me. It’s safe here, nice and warm and comfy.”

5-6 months:
“I’ll be needin’ some air to breeve pretty soon. This fluid is yucky!”

“Watch me grab that umbilical cord and spin around. Whee!”

“I’d better rest up; I worked up a sweat.”

“I’m really growin’! I’m almost a foot long and weigh over a pound.”

7-9 months:
“My eyetoofers are cuttin’ through already.”

“Watch these peepers work! I‘m almost all grow’d up. I can sense that Mommie is getting’ grumbly.”

“HEY!”

“WHAT’S GOIN’ ON?”

“I’M FALLIN’, PAPA!”

“I’ve dropped down into a slide. This is scary! Papa, where are you?”

“Waaaahhhhh!”

(reblog)

A Glimpse O’ Heaven

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A Glimpse of Heaven

~Bud Rainey

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Have you ever watched a baby sleepin’ in his little bed,

With his dolls an’ trinkets scattered all aroun’ his head,

An’ the way he spreads his fingers every time he gives a sigh,

Lookin’ sweeter than an angel, though he doesn’t even try?

If you have, you’ve glimpsed o’ Heaven, an’ you needn’t have a care,

You can’t find a thing that’s sweeter on this earth or anywhere,

For there’s nothin’ quite as pretty as a baby fast asleep,

‘Special when he’s dozin’ soundly, an’ rolled up in a heap.

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Have you ever held a baby while he slept within your arms,

An’ then look at him an’ count about a million precious charms;

Then to see him yawn an’ snuggle as he dozes in a nap,

Driftin’ off to Baby Dreamland, cuddled plumply in your lap?

If you have, you know the meanin’ o’ the pretty word called love,

An’ you’ve had a little sample o’ the beauties o’ Above,

For the sweetest thing a’ breathin’ is a baby sleepin’ soun’,

An’ it makes you count your blessin’s an’ the love that you have foun’.

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Have you ever hugged a baby while he slept, an’ feared that you

Wouldn’t dare to squeeze him harder for you’d break him plum in-two;

Then to stand an’ watch him turnin’ like a kitten on a rug,

An’ then feel the urge to give him just another little hug?

If you have, you’ve known the feelin’ o’ a King upon a Throne,

An’ you gloat with pride because that sleepy-head is all your own,

For the finest love existin’ is the love you realize,

When the baby is a’sleepin’ an’ a’squintin’ up his eyes.

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Have you ever kissed a baby, sleepin’ on a bed so white,

An’ then had the great temptation just to take a little bite;

Then to see him frown an’ wiggle, disarrangin’ all his clothes,

While you kiss him on the temple, cheek, an’ neck, an’ ear, an’ nose?

If you have, you’ve tasted nectar from the Golden Cup on High,

An’ you can’t find nothin’ sweeter, so you needn’t even try,

For the dearest thing a’ livin’ is a baby in a heap,

Tucked-in nice, an’ soft, an’ comfy in the bed, an’ fast asleep!

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Birth!

copyright Jeanne E. Webster

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1 day:
Conception

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22 days:
Thub dub…thub dub…thub dub…thub dub…

~

Gee, Lord! You were right…this is fun! It’s goin’ thumpidy thump. I feel alive!

~

28 days:
Wow! My back is gettin’ stronger, and my liver, kidneys and ‘testines are growin’ too.

~

How much longer will it be, Lord?

~

35 days:
Papa, you’re so creative. Look at my eyes, legs, and hands! They’re almost shaped. Whoopee! I’ll be playin’ in no time!

~

42 days:
Hmmm…Papa, I think I can think now, and my mowf and lips are right here! See? I’m even gettin’ fingertails!

~

49 days:
Oh, Papa…look at me twitch my nose and toes! I’ve even got eyelids now. Watch me kick and swim in this watery pouch!

~

56 days:
Papa, thank you for all these things called organs! And, gee, my bones are turnin’ from that cart’lage stuff into harder stuff!

~

Wow! I just got fingerprinted!

~

Sssh…I think I hear people talkin’. They won’t hurt me, will they? Is it dangerous out there?

~

63 days:
Oh Papa, my toofers are coming in, and these fingertails will come in handy for scritchin’ the itchies.

~

Lookee…my head goes this way and that way. Am I cool or what?!

~

Oops…hiccup…hiccup…yep, I can do that now too!

~

77 days:
I can breeve a little too, Papa.

~

Oops, watch out…I went potty!

~

84 days:
I’m hangin’ on by my thummies! Whee! All systems are go! Am I ready yet, Papa? Is everyting ok?

(first trimester is abortion’s prime-time)

~

91 days:
Blahhhhh! Did you hear that noise I made? Ha Ha!

~

I’m learning to use my lungs by breevin’ fluid.

~

This thummie comes in handy. It kind of ends up in my mowf lots of times.

~

Was that a “No,” Papa?

~

98 days:
I’m feelin’ stronger, Papa. Is my heart really pumpin’ quarts and quarts of sacred fluid ev’ryday?

~

105 days:
Papa, I can taste now too. I can’t wait to eat that peanut butter sanwinch you said us kids would like!

~

4th month:
My bones are growin’ fast and fillin’ up with that marrow stuff. And look…I’m almost 8 inches long!

~

17 weeks:
Wow, I’m dweamin’! All right! This IS fun!

~

21-22 weeks:
What did you say, Papa? If there’s trouble, I’m developed enough now to be saved? Saved from what? Are there bad things out there, Papa?

~

20th week:
I hear my mommie, Papa!

(earliest stage that partial birth abortions are performed)

~

Mommie!

~

She can’t hear me yet. I’m not afraid now, Papa. Mommie won’t let anyfing bad happen to me. It’s safe here, nice and warm and comfy.

~

5-6 months:
I’ll be needin’ some air to breeve pretty soon. This fluid is yucky!

~

Watch me grab that umbilical cord and spin around. Whee!

~

I’d better rest up; I worked up a sweat.

~

I’m really growin’! I’m almost a foot long and weigh over a pound.

~

7-9 months:
My eyetoofers are cuttin’ through already.

~

Watch these peepers work! I‘m almost all grow’d up. I can sense that Mommie is getting’ grumbly.

~

HEY!

WHAT’S GOIN’ ON?

I’M FALLIN’, PAPA!

I’ve dropped down into a slide. This is scary! Papa, where are you?

~

Waaaahhhhh!