Gold, Fur, and Common Sense

My husband and I had been happily
(most of the time)
married for five years,
but hadn't been blessed with a baby.

I decided to do some serious
praying and promised God
that if He would
give us a child,
I would be a perfect mother,
love it with
all my heart
and raise it with His Word
as my guide.

God answered my prayers
and blessed us with a son.
The next year, God blessed us
with another son.
The following year,
He blessed us with
yet another son.
The year after that, we
were blessed with a daughter.

My husband thought we'd
been blessed right into poverty.
We now had four children,
and the oldest was only
four years old.

I learned never to ask God
for anything unless I meant it.
As a minister once told me,
"If you pray for rain,
make sure
you carry an umbrella."

I began reading a few verses
of the Bible to the children
each day as they lay
in their cribs.
I was off to a good start.
God had entrusted me
with four children and
I didn't want to
disappoint Him.

I tried to be patient the day
the children smashed
two dozen eggs on
the kitchen floor, searching
for baby chicks.

I tried to be understanding
when they started a hotel for
homeless frogs in the
spare bedroom, although it took
me nearly two hours to catch
all twenty-three frogs.

When my daughter poured
ketchup all over herself and
rolled up in a blanket to see
how it felt to be a hot dog,
I tried to see the humor
rather than the mess.

In spite of changing over
twenty-five thousand diapers,
never eating a hot meal, and
never sleeping for more
than thirty minutes at a time,
I still thank God daily
for my children

While I couldn't keep my promise
to be a perfect mother --
I didn't even come close --
I did keep my promise
to raise them
in the Word of God.

I knew I was missing the mark
just a li ttle when I told
my daughter we were going
to church to worship God,
and she wanted to bring
a bar of soap along to
"wash up" Jesus, too.

Something was lost
in the translation when
I explained that
God gave us everlasting life,
and my son thought it was
generous of God to give
us his "last wife."

My proudest moment came
during the children's
Christmas pageant.
My daughter was playing Mary,
two of my sons were shepherds
and my youngest son was
a wise man.
This was their moment to shine.

My five-year-old shepherd
had practiced his line,
"We found the babe wrapped
in swaddling clothes."
But he was nervous a nd said,
"The baby was wrapped
in wrinkled clothes."
My four-year-old
"Mary" said,
"That's not 'wrinkled clothes, silly.

That's dirty, rotten clothes."

A wrestling match broke out
between Mary and the shepherd
and was
stopped by an angel,
who bent her halo and lost
her left wing.

I slouched a little lower
in my seat when Mary
dropped the doll representing
Baby Jesus, and it bounced
down the
aisle crying, "Mama-mama."

Mary grabbed the doll,
wrapped it back up
and held it tightly as
the wise men arrived.

My other son stepped forward
wearing a bathrobe and a
paper crown,
knelt at the manger and announced,
"We are the three wise men,
and we are bringing gifts
of gold, common sense and fur."
The congregation
dissolved into laughter,
and the pageant
got a standing ovation.

"I've never enjoyed a Christmas
program as much as this one,"
laughed the pastor,
wiping tears from his eyes.
"For the rest of my life,
I'll never hear the
Christmas story without
thinking of gold, common sense and fur."

"My children are my pride
and my joy and my greatest
blessing,"
I said as I dug
through my purse
for an aspirin.

Jesus had no servants,
yet they called Him Master.

Had no degree,
yet they called Him Teacher.

Had no medicines,
yet they called Him Healer.

Had no army,
yet kings feared Him.

He won no military battles,
yet He conquered the world.

He committed no crime,
yet they crucified Him.

He was buried in a tomb,
yet He lives today.

Feel honored
to serve such a Leader
who loves us.

GOD BLESS YOU ALL!!!