Editor’s note: I wanted to post this in time for Christmas, but I was busy preparing to move and celebrating Christmas with my children (that’s what this blog post is about).

“Then Jacob made a vow, saying, “If God will be with me and will keep me on this journey that I take, and will give me food to eat and garments to wear, and I return to my father’s house in safety, then the LORD will be my God.” ~Genesis 28:20-21

I was determined not to let Christmas be swallowed up in our preparations to move to a new home. We’ve had our home on the market since last March, and God brought a buyer…less than two weeks before Christmas. What timing! Even still, wasn’t this an occasion to celebrate?

Absolutely, but with less than five full weeks from the time an offer was made on our house to the scheduled closing date on January 13, I knew that it would be far too easy to let Christmas be devoid of its important purpose—giving us joy and hope and peace—and instead let this festive event drown in the demands of packing, and pitching and cleaning and filling out paperwork.
So, to guard our hearts and our time against letting this happen, I made myself a list of what I wanted our Christmas to be. I’m a TO DO list kind of a person, so I thought this might actually help me celebrate more.

My Christmas checklist?

1. Bake cookies for neighbors & service people (mail carrier, trash man, UPS delivery guy, etc.)
2. Play Bing Crosby, Nat King Cole, Michael W. Smith, Keith & Kristyn Getty & other Christmas music LOUDLY
3. Make stuffing, cranberry sauce & pie for Christmas dinner tomorrow
4. Sing Christmas carols with all our hearts!
5. Write cards & wrap more presents
6. Hug & kiss my kids (do this multiple times)!
7. Pack boxes for the upcoming move (interspersed among the celebration helps appease my guilty conscience about the amount that needs to be done)
8. Light candles around the house
9. Wish Peter could be here with us (Peter is a very special, godly man God has brought into my life!)
10. Work on address changes
11. Share 20 years of memories of being in this home together; have tissues on hand
12. Read Luke 2 & thank God for sending us Jesus!
13. L.A.U.G.H.!!!
14. Nibble on yummy snacks as we prepare meals for the weekend together (me and my children); be sure to include cookie dough!
15. Attend a 10pm-midnight liturgical Christmas Eve service filled with Christmas music and carols, with Bethany, Ben & his family
16. Be still & know that He is God – O, come, let us adore Him!

Thinking about Christmas and moving in the same period of time reminded me of another instance when a family had to inconveniently relocate for a season during Christmas time. Because of Caesar’s decree that every citizen should be taxed, Mary and Joseph had to pack up for a several days’ journey away from home and travel almost a hundred miles to be counted in the census.

Having to make this slow, uncomfortable voyage riding a donkey over miles and miles of difficult terrain, Mary, who was about to give birth (no doctor today would let a woman make this kind of trip a week or so away from her due date!) could easily and understandably have lost the joy of what she was about to receive, a newborn son. And not just any son, but God’s Son, the promised One, the Savior of the world.

Joseph, like Mary, had to make the same grueling journey, but he didn’t even have a donkey to ride on. He had to walk the 80 miles and care for Mary all the way. The details of making the trip, the difficulties along the way, the exhaustion, the discomfort, the possible hunger and thirst, and the lack of good sleep in your own comfortable bed all could have contributed to drowning out the celebration of their special first Christmas, the first in the history of the world.

No mention is made of what Joseph and Mary said to each other as they made the trip. It’s all speculation as to what their demeanor was, how they responded to their circumstances and what they really thought about all this, but I think we can take clues from how Mary responded with humble obedience when the angel told her she was to bring forth a son, the Son of the Most High.

And Mary said,

“My soul exalts the Lord, And my spirit has rejoiced in God my Savior. “For He has had regard for the humble state of His bondslave; For behold, from this time on all generations will count me blessed. “For the Mighty One has done great things for me; And holy is His name. ~Luke 1:46-49

Furthermore, Mary rejoiced in God’s fulfillment of His promise to “fill the hungry with good things.” Jesus, the Messiah, is the promise of God to all those who thirst and hunger, to those who long for the salvation of the LORD. She clearly understood this, and I believe it motivated her to not miss the celebration, even though she was caught up in the throes of a challenging ‘move,’ the difficult journey to Christmas.

And what about my Christmas checklist? By God’s grace, I was able to accomplish everything I set out to do, and then some. I didn’t want to miss the celebration awaiting us because of our challenging journey, that of moving to our new house after being in this one for over 20 years.

We’re still packing boxes every day—nine days and counting to settlement date—and believe me, the voyage is almost as grueling for us (with obstacles and hurdles all along the way) as it was for Joseph and Mary. Yet the same promise that God gave them He gives to me and my children and all who hunger and thirst for the One who satisfies us with good things. Now, that is truly worth celebrating!

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Messy people welcome here…

by tklicka on November 20, 2011

I started reading a really good book a few months ago, which touches on the theme of prayer—how we consider prayer, how we approach God in prayer, how we live a transformed life of prayer. It’s called A Praying Life, by Paul Miller. Here a few thoughts from the book which have challenged me once again to be even more real with my heavenly Father:

Jesus opens His arms to his needy children and says, “Come to Me, all who are weary and heavy-laden, and I will give you rest.”  ~Matt. 11:28

The criteria for coming to Jesus is weariness…What does it feel like to be weary? You have trouble concentrating. The problems of the day are like claws in your brain. You feel pummeled by life. What does heavy-laden feel like? Same thing. You have so many problems you don’t even know where to start…Jesus wants you to come to Him that way!

Don’t try to get the prayer right; just tell God where you are and what’s on your mind. That’s what little children do. They come as they are, runny noses and all. Like the disciples, they just say what is on their minds…

Why is it so important to come to God just as you are? If you don’t, then you are artificial and unreal, like the Pharisees. Rarely did they tell Jesus directly what they were thinking. Jesus accused them of being hypocrites, of being masked actors with two faces…

The only way to come to God is by taking off any spiritual mask. The real you has to meet the real God. He is a person…Come overwhelmed with life. Come with a wandering mind. Come messy.”

Messy? God wants me to come messy? I confess I don’t like doing messy. I all too often want to come to God like a neatly-wrapped package, as if I were a present to Him! Besides not being a neatly-wrapped present, I’m like a present that’s broken before it’s taken out of the box, like a blender that won’t blend, and which should be returned to the store! I am constantly in need of God’s work of grace to fix me, put me back together again, and make something beautiful of my life.

Sometimes I forget that this is exactly how God wants me to come—needy, broken, empty-handed, and eager to receive His forgiveness, grace, and power.

I came to know the Lord Jesus as my Savior in just the way Miller recommends…empty-handed and pouring out my heart to Him like a little child. As a young person my life had been pretty messed up; there was brokenness everywhere. I don’t recall ever being able to run to my earthly father for comfort, a gentle word, or patient help. How incredibly alone and broken I felt!

As I entered my teen years, I became even more aware of how broken I was. I was desperate for God’s healing, forgiveness, love and help. He heard my cry for help, redeemed my life from the pit, and crowned me with lovingkindness:

“O LORD my God,
I cried to You for help, and You healed me.
O LORD, You have brought up my soul from Sheol;
You have kept me alive, that I would not go down to the pit.
Sing praise to the LORD, you His godly ones,
and give thanks to His holy name.” ~Psalm 30:2-4

Coming as Little Children

Despite how imperfectly our earthly fathers reflected the father-heart of God, our heavenly Father always wants us to come like little children, on whom He wants to lavish His abundant, transforming love.

God needs nothing from us; rather, He is an overflowing fountain of life to all who would come to Him through Jesus Christ. All the giving is done by Him, and all the receiving is done by us! Oh, how good He is to welcome us this way, with all our mess, all our doubt, and all our temptations to cling to the world’s trinkets when He’s offering us gold.

I may doubt sometimes that He really hears me. I might not like the fact that my prayers seem to meet at times (well, okay…OFTEN) with His silence. Yet I’m thankful that I can come as a child to my Father. The reality is He does hear His children when they cry to Him. We can trust Him to give us what is best for He alone truly knows what is best for us, and in His perfect wisdom and love will withhold no good thing from His child.

If you are His child, it is my hope that you will have this confidence. However messy your life is, however broken, depleted, or tired you are, come. Come and pour out your heart to God. He is ready to hear your cries for help and answer you.

“Let me hear in the morning of Your steadfast love, for in You I trust. Make me know the way I should go, for to You I lift up my soul.” ~Psalm 143:8

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REMEMBERING CHRIS KLICKA…

October 12, 2011

These are just a few snapshots of our life together… REMEMBERING CHRIS KLICKA April 2, 1961 – October 12, 2009 “I thank my God in all my remembrance of you…”  ~Philippians 1:3

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TWO YEARS AGO…AND LOOKING AHEAD

October 11, 2011

As the second anniversary of my dear Chris’s death arrives tomorrow, I am naturally reflecting. Reflecting on lots of memories in my mind, like a virtual scrapbook lodged in my gray matter, and I’m turning page after page of family celebrations, firsts, events, and times with friends and extended family. Each snapshot has captured a [...]

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A MESSAGE IN A BOTTLE?

September 17, 2011

Being a widow seems to never cease being a “new” experience for me. After starting a new, wonderful, part-time job at the Home School Foundation this past March, a “new” season of ministry in the Lord has unfolded. I’ve spoken at home school conferences for over 15 years now, but this is the first year [...]

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My Life, This Song…

July 30, 2011

I’ve been listening to Sara Groves’ music for many years now. From her first CD, Conversations (my favorite), which captured so well in song a picture of a believer’s journey with the Lord, through both times of faith and times of doubt, to her many of her other CDs which speak of the gift of [...]

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WHEN YOU PRAY…BE READY FOR GOD’S ANSWER!

June 9, 2011

This past weekend I spoke at a state homeschool convention in Rochester, New York, giving four workshops to parents who teach or who are considering teaching their children at home. In addition to that, I gave a short talk to homeschool leaders at the hotel the night before the convention started. I went into the [...]

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Snippets from the set…

May 23, 2011

SNIPPETS FROM THE SET… One week ago today my youngest son John finished filming for A STUBBORN JOURNEY about the life of young Josh McDowell. God was so clearly with John the 10 days he was gone and gave him much grace for the challenging scenes and long days of filming and I am so [...]

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