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Flattened for a Mary Christmas (Repost)

December 23, 2011 By Sandra Heska King

I wish you a Mary Christmas.

Stunned by His reflection.

Flattened at His feet.

As you wait.

And worship

Heady with His fragrance.

“Then Mary took about a pint of pure nard, an expensive perfume; she poured it on Jesus’ feet and wiped his feet with her hair. And the house was filled with the fragrance of the perfume.” John 12:3 (NIV)

I pray that you would cradle Him in your heart as He cradles you in His.

Not just in this season.

But in every season of each day.

Because He was born to die.

So we could live.

Forever.

May your heart burst to spill His light and ooze His aroma.

Mary Christmas!

NOTE: This little bird crashed into our window and splatted into a snow angel. Three of us pressed our noses to the glass for several minutes–willing it to blink, to breathe, to move. Not until my husband and Gracee ran outside to its rescue, expecting to scoop it up to bury it, did it shake itself and fly off.

Perhaps a dim reflection through darkened glass may hold some protection. And just the knowledge of a hand stretched out to lift us up is enough to raise us up.

I am flattened by the ways you’ve stretched out
and raised me up during the last several months.

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  1. Patricia says

    December 23, 2011 at 9:51 am

    What a gorgeous shot! I love your beautiful, worshipful words. Yes, his presence is with us through friends… lifting our heads and hearts as we wade our way through grieving… holding your hand and looking forward to meeting at Panera in the new year. Just the thought of it is making me smile. =)

  2. Joanne Norton says

    December 23, 2011 at 2:39 pm

    Bless you. You’re creative gifts are heart and mind filling… and flowing.

    [Glad the bird made it!!]

  3. S. Etole says

    December 23, 2011 at 3:22 pm

    God delivers His messages in the most unusual of ways. Blessings … always.

  4. Janet Macy says

    December 23, 2011 at 7:24 pm

    What an interesting picture. Perfect angel.

    God can speak to us as long as we are listening.

    I’ve always said we will see what we are looking for. When you are looking for God’s speaking, you can find it. In the strangest ways.

    Have a blessed Christmas

  5. David Rupert says

    December 23, 2011 at 9:50 pm

    Wow….I am stunned. As is that little bird!

  6. diana says

    December 24, 2011 at 1:55 am

    That has got to be one of the most beautiful photos I’ve about ever seen. Stunning, David says – and he is so right. Oh Sandy, ti’s nothing but privilege to try and hold out a hand to steady you as you walk through this dizzy-making time. Be good to yourself, love your family, eat what and when you want to, sleep, cry when you can, tell stories, play games, do puzzles. Be.

    Love you. And MERRY CHRISTMAS.

  7. Carolyn Counterman says

    December 24, 2011 at 1:44 pm

    Sandra, I’ve been so out of it. I just wanted to make it over here to tell you that my heart is with yours this Christmas. And my Mama is celebrating with your Mama for sure!

  8. Cecilia Marie Pulliam says

    December 24, 2011 at 5:10 pm

    Your photos are amazing, Sandy. As well as your words.

    I have grieved for a loved one, as you are and He was always there, holding me and lifting me when I was too weak to move on my own. May He hold you even closer during this holiday season. Blessings to you, Sandy.

  9. Monica Sharman says

    December 27, 2011 at 11:31 am

    This is truly amazing. The photo, your beautiful words, …
    “And just the knowledge of a hand stretched out to lift us up is enough to raise us up.”
    Thank you so much.

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