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COmE, dANce WiTh mE – 45 years on-

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COmE, dANce WiTh mE

DaNCiNg couples enhanced my mood
Lights dimmed and music subdued.

This man intrigued me – he sat alone;
Rumour had him single and smart.
Will he consider a dAnCe with me?

He looked at me – I looked away.
Doubt disappeared – I met his gaze.
He smiled at me – I think I blushed.
Is it possible? – Is he the one?

He rose from his chair and walked my way;
I sat quite still, frozen in time –
Preoccupied with sweet fantasies.

With a princely bow, he took my hand,
His eyes spoke volumes; I rose to dANce
A foretaste of our love and romance.

daNce

Daydreams mingled with our DancE,
Nothing ever happens by chance.

We married young – knew nothing of life,
We lived simply and loved each other
We knew we could dAnCe without a doubt.

We dreamed our dreams, we knew your hearts;
Through the years we dANcE as one.
We learned to commit – we cherish our love
To dANcE with you – for a lifetime, no less!

We nurtured our DanCe and learned new moves
From hip-hop kids to break-dance teens,
found new routines and danCed each one.

You showed me how to refine our dAnCe
With true love – the order of each day
We progressed to classical ballet.

DaNCe

The sands of time continue to flow,
Neither age nor pain will end this daNCe.

We dANceD yesterday. We DanCEd today.
We’ll DaNcE tomorrow, this dANce of life.
We might not have dAnCeD – we took a chance.

Your true commitment never fails
because you dAncE with love in your heart.
You love me the way I am – I know,
Always have – right from our very first DAnCE!

In the stillness of the night, you hold me
For always – I will daNce with you
Devotion and love are ours – it’s true.

A lifetime of memories stirs from within,
Our dAnCe is still to the finest degree
Because I accepted – and you DanCED with me.

dANcE

First published © Chrissy Siggee – 2018

Dedicated to my husband, Norm.

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My Latest Update

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This update has been a little slow in the making but things change every day. We enjoyed a few days rest up the coast early December before a long fun-filled weekend with the youngest two grandchildren in Sydney. Road trips left my pain levels screaming but thankfully, after a few hours of rest, pain eased each time.

I’m blessed that the worst of the chronic fatigue and fibromyalgia symptoms seem to have subsided. However, flares happen at anytime of day and night which means planning to go anywhere or do something can change in an instant. Some symptoms have persisted which are now considered by the medical team as not related to these two conditions. These symptoms are now being investigated further.

A two hour road trip to Newcastle mid December for an CT-guided L4/5 facet joint block with cortisone injection went well. For the first week the Cortisone did its ‘textbook’ job. After that the Sacroiliac Joint pain returned. Although I’m not on the arthritis pain medication again, topical treatments are getting well used. My next appointment with the orthopedic specialist is not until March but I’m keeping him up to date via emails. In regard to the Radio-Frequency Neurotomy (RFN) the specialist had commented on in his report, it’s a Sacroiliac Joints Procedure. We have made further inquiries and this procedure will help with – the probable ‘pain generator’. This procedure would be done under a sedative anesthetic which is why the my spine surgeon/orthopedic specialist needs to do the procedure himself in Sydney. This procedure will be discussed again in March at my appointment.

In conclusion, reports from my medical team are promising. It’s good to have had a diagnosis (or 2 or 3), but now we are looking at the prognosis. If we view diagnosis as the discovery and prognosis as the prediction/outcome, that’s where I’m at. I have been able to return to walking which also helps with pain although walking often triggers pain. Unpredictable fatigue is keeping me at a slower pace.

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The Moon and His Friends

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Jenny sat on her window seat staring into the night sky. Stuffed animals snuggled in round her patiently waiting for a bed time hug. The night light by the bed gave the room a soft glow and the moon lit up the window.

‘I wonder if there is someone on the moon’, Jenny whispered into the ear of Jerry the monkey that had curled his long arms around her neck.

There was no answer of course but Jenny continued to speak softly. ‘One day I want to fly in a rocket ship and visit the moon. He looks so lonely way up there.’ Her voice faded and her eyelids drooped.

‘Will you take me with you?’

‘Who said that?’

‘Me!’

Jenny turned to see all the animals smiling at her.

‘Which one of you can talk?’

‘All of us’, they said in unison.

‘But you’re not real!’

‘Yes, we are.’ Jerry loosened his hold and slid to her lap. ‘Why do you think the moon is lonely?’

Jenny blinked rapidly before answering. ‘Well, look at him. He just hangs there all night every night. I never see anyone out there with him.’

‘Just like us.’ He nodded to his friends who quickly nodded back.

Betsy the cow mooed loudly. ‘We sit and watch the moon all night every night.’

‘Why?’, Jenny wanted to know.

Jerry answered. ‘Because you only take one of us to bed.’

‘But there’s no room for all of you. I don’t want anyone to fall out while I’m sleeping.’

‘Oh, it’s OK really’, Marty the rhino replied. ‘We like watching the moon too. We’re his friends.’

They were all watching the moon when Jenny heard another voice.

‘It’s time you were in bed.’

‘Can I take my toys?’

Mum kissed Jenny’s forehead. ‘Not all of them. The moon needs his friends.’

Jenny smiled but didn’t open her eyes as her mum place her in her bed and left the room.

‘Good night Mum. Good night moon.’

And the animals on the window seat just watched the moon.

© Chrissy Siggee – 2019

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Trials

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Consider it pure joy, my brothers and sisters, whenever you face trials of many kinds, because you know that the testing of your faith produces perseverance.  Let perseverance finish its work so that you may be mature and complete, not lacking anything. James 1:2-4 (NIV)

How should we view the trials that we go through?  First, we should reflect on the reasons why we are facing them. Unfortunately, for most of us, our questioning comes from our human form of questioning of the— ‘why me?’ aspect.  This is of course just questioning God. Often this type of thinking easily moves into anger. This is the exact opposite of how we are directed to respond.

We are told to “consider it pure joy.” Now that seems a strange statement. If someone were to teach me to do that when facing trials, I would be tempted to call him an idiot. This would of course reveal only an immaturity and the unbiblical nature of my biblical and spiritual thinking.

We should view our trials with joyfulness, knowing what is really happening. That is, when we are being tried, our faith is being tested. What does that mean? When we face a challenge, do we respond by what we see and feel—or by what we believe to be true? If we are being tested it should increase our stability, our steadfastness, and our faith.

Father, help me to count all things as pure joy, whatever we face today. Give me the faith that is unwavering in all trials and let me found tested and true. Amen.

© Chrissy Siggee  2019

Scripture Verses used are from the New International Version of the Bible

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On the Wings of a – Duck?

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It was a beautiful morning for a walk. After parking my car close to the footpath that led to the river, I stepped onto the paved walkway and turned left toward my favourite place. The water was as smooth as silk. Its glass-like appearance mirrored the beauty of God’s creation that surrounded it. The sun was warm and not a single cloud in the sky. The air was filled with the aroma of damp earth after the rain. I breathed in the fresh clean air, deep into my lungs. The heavens were filled with the sound of a flock of geese; all the indications of a beautiful day filled my senses.

It came from under the bridge. It was flying very low. Every now and then it skimmed the surface so delicately that a slight ripple formed and died.

I know there’s a song ‘on the wings of a snow-white dove’ and there’s Isaiah 40:31 that says ‘we’ll soar on the wings of an eagle’ – but on the wings of a duck was something new to me.

As I watched this unattractive but graceful, swift-moving creature, I began to wonder just how awesome God really is. The power in those wings gave it the speed of an eagle, yet the gracefulness reminded me of a dove.

The charm of that duck brought me into a new understanding of beauty. God the designer and creator of the whole world, made all things, well.

Father, thank you for showing your glory in nature. I thank you that you continually reveal your power to us even with the simpleness and plainness of this duck.

Scripture Verses used are from the King James Version of the Bible

© Chrissy Siggee

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The Dragon and the Princess

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From the archives:

Everyone except Thomas Creighton-Smiths’ granddaughter, Ada, knew Rosie was more than just a pig. Ada’s ideal retirement for Rosie was to explore the ancient land of dragons by day and visit the kitchen for under-the-table dinner scraps in the evenings before dreaming by the fireplace.

At breakfast one dank April Friday, Grandma had suggested they have roast pig for Sunday lunch complete with the traditional three vegetables and brown gravy made from the juices of the roasting meat. It was while Grandma chatted on about where she would insert the large rotisserie rod that Ada ran from the kitchen with Rosie close at her heels. ‘It will help tenderize the old sow’, Grandma was saying without acknowledging she had heard the back-door slam.

Thomas put down his morning paper. ‘I just wanted to take the pig to the abattoir to recoup some of our losses. After all, this is a working farm’. He muttered as he left the house in search of Ada.

His eyes scanned the landscape for a sign of the two gallant explorers. In spite of himself, old Thomas didn’t envy the little girl. He had grown up in Beatrix Potter country and the fantasies she created. The stunning Lake District would have been more practical for Ada’s school holiday imagination. He shook his head. Maybe we should have stayed in Ambleside and taken up trout farming.

It was two days before St George’s national holiday and Thomas needed to take that fat old pig for a road trip but Grandma was fixed on having tough pork and bacon. He stood at the garden gate and looked around. Where are they? He squinted into the fog that settled over the bogs as he recalled his mother’s favourite story that dated back to the 6th century. What was it again? Oh yes. St George rescued a young maiden by slaying a terrifying fire-breathing dragon. He slipped his hands into his warm pockets and headed for the main road.

So she wouldn’t fall over, Ada held up her long flowing medieval princess costume as she marched down Old Kent Road. Rosie trudged slightly behind with cardboard toilet cylinders on her pointy ears and three black ribbons tied onto her limp tail.

They stopped near a red telephone box just beyond the intersection where the road-signs crisscrossed on a wooden post. ‘Oh Rosie, how could Grandma say such horrid things? I won’t let them eat you.’ Ada stomped her foot splashing slops of mud over both of them.

She lifted the old play dress above her waist to search the pockets of her faded jeans beneath. With a silver coin in her hand she stepped into the telephone box. Finding the correct number from the list beside the chunky black phone, Ada dialed and waited. Rosie grunted, shuffled and squeezed in until she jammed herself tight between Ada’s knees.

‘Hello!’ Ada shouted into the mouthpiece. ‘Please help me. They’re going to kill Rosie!’

Approaching the end of the lane where it met the road, Grandpa looked left then right. Their farm was located two miles due east of the abattoir between Dover and Holyhead. He sniffed the thick foul air. This neighbourhood is likened to the lowest-priced property on the English Monopoly board. A few moments later he decided Ada would have headed away from town so off he trudged.

Minutes later he heard an ear-piercing squeal followed by a shout from young Ada. He quickened his stride. The telephone box, a little way past the next farm on the opposite side of the road, seemed to be alive as it shook and groaned. Grandpa stopped in mid-step; his neck craned forward. There was someone, or something, in the telephone box. There were too many legs to count. He saw what looked like horns and a tail with blades. There was a lot of banging and bumping going on behind the grime and moss streaked glass.

‘Oh my, it looks like a dragon!’

Ada screamed again jolting Grandpa from his trance. Maneuvering the door open to avoid swishing his granddaughter, he grabbed Rosie by the tail and dragged her squealing from the booth.

Later, after the local Bobbies had their explanation and had a good laugh, Grandpa and Ada sat down to rest at the nearby bus-stop.

‘Did you know Ada, only forty-five to fifty percent of animals at the abattoir can be turned into edible meat products, fifteen percent is waste, and the remaining forty to forty five percent is turned into by-products like bath soap, candles and glue?’ He paused. ‘You know, glue suits her.’

‘But Grandpa…’

‘It’s OK. I’d rather like rescuing my little princess from dragons. Come on, let’s go home and break the news to Grandma.’ He winked at his granddaughter. ‘There will be no more talk of bacon and roast pork.’

© Chrissy Siggee

This is a work of fiction. Names, characters, businesses, places, events, locales, and incidents are either the products of the author’s imagination or used in a fictitious manner. Any resemblance to actual persons, living or dead, or actual events is purely coincidental.

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Happy New Year Everyone!

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I hope everyone had a blessed Christmas and a safe and happy New Year.

The past two weeks has been quiet giving me the opportunity to doing other things.

Painting the large garden statues was a big job and I’m thankful for Norm’s assistance with cleaning and scrubbing them. I’ve also been experimenting with my bread maker I receive as an early Christmas gift. Gluten-free has never tasted better. I’m still practicing. 🙂

Happy New Year!

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A New Dawn Rising

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Echoes of early birds twill fill my ears,
Gleams of sun rays kiss my face,
Fragrances from the dew-fresh grass tease my senses.

Opening my eyes, I see a crimson sky—
I can almost taste the sweetness of the early morning;
Sunlight announces a new dawn rising.

© Chrissy Siggee

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Humility

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Matthew 18:4 – Whosoever therefore shall humble himself as this little child, the same is greatest in the kingdom of heaven.

Humility speaks to me of meekness and being humble. I often think I’m not as humble as I ought, yet humility is a requirement of our faith.

I have seen the way the Lord works in the lives of those who show humility in what they do and say and, quite often, how they demonstrate their kindness to those around them. I see the rewards of their actions and the gentleness they demonstrate in their everyday lives. In whatever they do, their actions speak the humility they possess.

I’ve also witnessed the fall of the arrogant and proud.  Too many successful leaders fall because of pride. They allow success to be their ambition rather than Christ their goal.  They begin to believe in their own ability rather than Christ’s through them.

So how do we keep a balance?

Without Christ we are nothing and because we have Christ in our lives, we have worth and purpose. There is nothing wrong with feeling good about what Christ has done for us but we need to realize he doesn’t make us great.

Be willing to live the success that God has given us through humble acknowledgment of the source.

Father, show us how humility can speak through us by our actions. Help us to live humbly and to your purpose and keep from being proud and haughty, but demonstrate the true source of our abilities. Amen.

© Chrissy Siggee 2019

Scripture Verses used are from the New International Version of the Bible

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Guidance

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James 1:5-7 “If any of you lacks wisdom, you should ask God, who gives generously to all without finding fault, and it will be given to you. But when you ask, you must believe and not doubt, because the one who doubts is like a wave of the sea, blown and tossed by the wind. That person should not expect to receive anything from the Lord.”

God has promised to give us guidance but many of us have trouble finding God’s guidance. We want to be sure that we are in God’s will and we don’t want to take the wrong path.

If you are confused about the issue of guidance and God’s will for you, you need to know that satan’s intention is to confuse Christ’s followers about guidance and God’s will. Satan has been a liar and a cheat from the very beginning and he doesn’t want any of us to find God’s perfect plan for our lives.

But if you have made wrong decisions in your life you need to also know that you aren’t the only one. The Son of God can set us free. He can break through into realms of confusion and set us back on the right track again. Trust the Father to guide.

Are there great flashes from heaven to point to where you can visually see His divine will for your life? Most likely not, but it’s important that as children of God, we know how God guides. You must know how to discern God’s will.

God’s guidance is always obvious. You might have to wait for a time for it to become clear, but when it comes, it’s always clear.

1 John 1:5 says “This then is the message which we have heard of him, and declare unto you, that God is light, and in him is no darkness at all.”

If God is light, then in Him there is no darkness. God’s guidance will never be vague.

The first thing you need to do to find guidance in God’s will is to already have an obedient heart. Whatever God reveals it will also be at a price; a cost to your very life and will.

If you want to know God’s will, and have God’s will revealed to you, then be prepared to obey God. God is not going to reveal His will to anyone if disobedience is in their lives because they won’t be obedient to the guidance He will give. Obey and take up your cross and follow Him – daily. You’ll not only anticipate guidance, you’ll see it – God will lead you clearly into the plan for your life.

Thank you, Father,  for your divine guidance in our lives. We are sometimes confused by what life throws at us but help us to continue to seek you through Your Word so our trust in you may be strengthened. Amen

© Chrissy Siggee

Scripture Verses used are from the New International Version of the Bible

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Forgiveness

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Colossians 3:13 ESV says: Bearing with one another and, if one has a complaint against another, forgiving each other; as the Lord has forgiven you, so you also must forgive.

Has someone hurt you so badly that every time you hear their name or see them, your throat becomes tight and tears threaten?

Forgiving someone is not always an easy thing to do, especially when the hurt comes from someone you least expected. Someone perhaps that you trusted or respected. We need to work through this kind of hurt and allow God to release His love within us. Yes, we can forgive, and the hurt can still linger. Just when we think we’re okay, small subtle things, not noticed by others, can rip us apart all over again.

As simple as it sounds, walking away if not always possible when the source cannot be avoided. It could be a family member, someone you work with or even a church elder, yet we need to consciously prayer for those who hurt us.

Do we have friends who want to step in for us, or loved ones who want to rescue us? Ask them for prayer support. Ask them to pray that you can commit to forgiveness.

Once while praying in a similar situation an image formed in my mind. Jesus was holding a heart in the palm of his hands. Hurts and fears spilled out of the heart. This was not my heart but of the one I was praying for; the one who had caused my own hurt. This person was going through a far greater pain.

Sure, we do not deserve the hurt we feel just because of your accuser’s actions. And yes, rumours and untruths can be more damaging than the instigator could ever imagine. Nonetheless, we must forgive them. Sadly, in some instances, the truth may never be revealed.

Be prayerful of those who continue to cause hurt to you. They may never know how wrong they were about you but it doesn’t matter in the eyes of the Father, we need to pray for our enemies and be confidence that forgiveness will reign in your heart and theirs too.

Father, in your love, help us to forgive others even when others will not forgive. Continue to hold the heart of those who hurt us and lead them to a closer relationship with you so they may know your grace and healing, as we will. Amen.

© Chrissy Siggee

Scripture Verses used are from the ESV Version of the Bible

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Why?

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Why?

Why is life like the ebbing tide?

The ebb of tides is never-ending…

Devastation can come in one huge wave

Or glide you gently into the shore.

 

Why is life like the shining sun?

Its radiance never ceases to glow…

Harsh heat often sets the earth ablaze

Or softly warms us on a winter’s day.

 

Why is life like the lilies of the field?

They stand so tall in their Sunday best…

Winter winds causes them to tilt and bend

Or makes them dance in a summers breeze.

 

Why is life like a shooting star?

Sometimes you see it, sometimes not…

Leaving a trail of light across the evening sky

Or gone in an instant, to be no more.

© Chrissy Siggee

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From my book: Glimpses of His Glory

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Heavenly Angels Sing

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A king is born today,
within a stable full of straw—
This baby in a manger lay,
is who the shepherds saw.

He came to earth to breathe as man,
to live, to die for us all—
This was God’s own plan,
what shall I bring the Father’s son?

Worship in humble adoration,
to this child our offering bring—
Praise, love, faith and hope,
heavenly angels sing.

© Chrissy Siggee

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The Christmas Star

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It twinkles high above the earth
Once glistened on a royal birth—
Encircled by an angel’s choir
Proclaiming God’s desire.

Shepherds feared that dazzling light
Attending their sheep that holy night
It lured wise men from afar—
Vowed to follow this shining star.

Jesus was born in a cattle stall
Found wrapped in a shabby shawl
Beneath a clear night sky—
His mother Mary sits nearby.

No matter where we are
You can see the Christmas star—
Look within your heart He called,
It’s the brightest star of all.

© Chrissy Siggee

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Jesus, Hope to the world.

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Psalm 72:12-13 “For he will deliver the needy who cry out, the afflicted who have no one to help. He will take pity on the weak and the needy and save the needy from death.”

Colossians 1:27 “To them God has chosen to make known among the Gentiles the glorious riches of this mystery, which is Christ in you, the hope of glory.”

It’s sad to think that for many people Christmas means nothing more than parties, decorations, holidays, and time off work. I see more to this time of year; it’s a blessed reminder of the birth of Jesus Christ. My hope is founded in this baby; a baby that was born to save mankind. My hope in him is real.

In reality, though, it’s difficult for many people to find hope. We live in a misplaced world of social injustice, crime, poverty, homelessness, unemployment, disease, pain and loneliness. Jesus means hope to all mankind, but we have to grasp the promises of God and take them to the world – whether it be across the road or across the ocean.

When you find Jesus, you find hope, and there’s no false hope in Jesus. It’s not a fanciful fairy tale wishing for a happy ending. We as Christians need to spread hope; not just by preaching The Word but by doing The Word. Millions of people do not even know Christmas is just around the corner, or what the fuss is about. Many people don’t know where their next meal will come from, and wouldn’t know what turkey and Christmas pudding is. They don’t see any hope. They see nothing but despair…

As Christians, we are supposed to be the hands and feet of Jesus. As His hands and feet, we are to serve Him by serving others. Christmas is a renewal of hope. It reconfirms for us the revelation that Jesus is the reason for this season. It was settled long ago, so we don’t have to doubt it. Jesus is the fulfillment of our hope; our deepest longings come true.

Lord, let your hope and joy radiate through us. Help us to embrace the hope we have in you and share it with those less fortunate than ourselves, whether it be spiritually, emotionally, or by using our hands and feet for your glory. Amen.

© Chrissy Siggee

Scripture Verses used are from the New International Version of the Bible

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My One Desire

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Words of truth, words so pure,
Gentle words to warm my heart,
Deep desire is to seek His will.

His Spirit fills my deepest needs—
My soul can only dare to hope
My one desire is to seek His will.

Words of hope, words of peace—
A harmony of words to impart
Deep desires to learn His will.

His Spirit knows my every need,
My heart forever will be His own,
My one desire is to do His will.

Words of joy, words of love—
Honest words that won’t depart,
Deep desires to live in His will.

His Spirit will always lead me on,
My life I give to Him alone,
My one desire is to live His will.

Words of praise, words to sing—
Valued expressions of love,
Deep desires to know His will.

His Spirit shares my inner fears,
My mind is centred on Him only,
My one desire is to know His will.

© Chrissy Siggee

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Shepherds

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Luke 2:8-20 says: “And there were in the same country shepherds abiding in the field, keeping watch over their flock by night. And, lo, the angel of the Lord came upon them, and the glory of the Lord shone round about them: and they were sore afraid. And the angel said unto them, Fear not: for, behold, I bring you good tidings of great joy, which shall be to all people. For unto you is born this day in the city of David a Saviour, which is Christ the Lord. And this shall be a sign unto you; Ye shall find the babe wrapped in swaddling clothes, lying in a manger. And suddenly there was with the angel a multitude of the heavenly host praising God, and saying, Glory to God in the highest, and on earth peace, goodwill toward men. And it came to pass, as the angels were gone away from them into heaven, the shepherds said one to another, Let us now go even unto Bethlehem, and see this thing which is come to pass, which the Lord hath made known unto us. And they came with haste and found Mary, and Joseph, and the babe lying in a manger. And when they had seen it, they made known abroad the saying which was told them concerning this child. And all they that heard it wondered at those things which were told them by the shepherds. But Mary kept all these things and pondered them in her heart. And the shepherds returned, glorifying and praising God for all the things that they had heard and seen, as it was told unto them.”

At the time of Jesus’ birth, people who attended sheep were considered one of the least significant of the human race by other people. They lived quiet and humble lives, often spending their days and nights with their flocks. The sheep that they tended were probably bred as sacrifice animals for the temple in nearby Jerusalem. These shepherds were just doing their usual job when the angels appeared before them.

I think I would be shaking in my sandals too. The news the angel gave the shepherds would have surprised them too. Babies would have been plentiful during the census and specific descriptions were to help the shepherds find Jesus among the crowded town.

When they went down to Bethlehem, they found Mary, Joseph, and the baby Jesus. They worshipped the newborn king before returning to their flocks glorifying and praising God for all the things they had heard and seen. It had been just as the angel had told them.

I can imagine the shepherds telling their friends and families for weeks after the event. This incident would have made a significant change in their tedious lives. History tells how shepherds had become accepted and probably even admired by many.

Jesus refers to himself as the “good Shepherd”.

John 10:11 tells us, “I am the good shepherd: the good shepherd giveth his life for the sheep.”
John 10:14 says: “I am the good shepherd, and know my sheep, and am known of mine.”

The next time you sing the Christmas carol While Shepherds Watched Their Flocks by Night, take notice of the words and remember their significant place in the Christmas Story.

Father, thank you for sending your son to earth as a small baby. Thank you that lowly shepherds were among the first to greet Jesus and for the reminder of the significance of the birth. We praise you, just as the angels and shepherds did on that night so long ago. Amen.

© Chrissy Siggee 

First Published 2014

Scripture Verses used are from the King James Version of the Bible

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A Cradle Fit for Royalty

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Luke 2:15-16 says: “And it came to pass, as the angels were gone away from them into heaven, the shepherds said one to another, Let us now go even unto Bethlehem, and see this thing which is come to pass, which the Lord hath made known unto us. And they came with haste, and found Mary, and Joseph, and the baby lying in a manger.”

I’ve often heard of women not making it in time to a hospital to give birth. Even a well-prepared home birth can be messed up if the expecting mother is caught across town in the supermarket. Taxi births are common, and so are babies born in elevators. But what would be more degrading for a mother in the modern world than to give birth in a tiny barn full of smelly animals?

It’s true that the birth itself is often quickly forgotten when the joy of holding your newborn baby in your arms follows. Your baby is the most beautiful princess or little prince, you have ever laid eyes on. It’s then time to show your precious new family member the nursery that you have so lovingly put together during the months of waiting. The cradle that took you forever to choose, and don’t forget the bunny rugs.

But wait a moment! I don’t remember reading that part in the Christmas story. The shepherds found the baby lying in a manger. A manger is kept in a stable. It’s used as the feeding trough for donkeys and milking cows! There would probably even be hens and a goat or two sharing the small space around the manger. Here is where the King of the Jews was sleeping. And, sitting close by with watchful eyes, were Mary and Joseph; a humble pair who had traveled many miles to find no room in the inn.

This cradle was made for royalty. Jesus was born in a manger because He was, and is, and will always be “Lord of Lords and King of Kings”.

This same Jesus was found by the shepherds wrapped in swaddling clothes and lying in a manger—a cradle made for royalty.

Father, thank you for sending your son to earth. Help me never to forget the wonder of that first Christmas morning when the King of Kings came as a humble baby who was given by you to be called Jesus our Saviour. Amen

© Chrissy Siggee

Scripture Verses used are from the King James Version of the Bible

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Shine – Like the Christmas Star

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Matthew 5:16 says: “In the same way, let your light shine before others, that they may see your good deeds and glorify your Father in heaven.”

Christmas is approaching fast and stores are filled with decorations and gifts for all ages. Christmas trees, real and fake, dazzle us with lights and baubles. Let’s face it; it gives us all a feeling of excitement that Christmas is just around the corner.

Celebrations of the birth of Christ may vary from family to family, from church to church, and from tradition to tradition. In reality, it doesn’t matter how we celebrate as long as the true message of Christmas is our main focus.

As a child, my favourite Christmas decoration was the Christmas Star. We placed the star on the top of our tree year after year. One Christmas, we visited cousins who used a fairy. A star was nowhere to be seen. As a nine-year-old at that time, I could not comprehend how a fairy could replace the precious tree-topper. Later in life when I had my own family the idea of a fairy tree-topper never entered my mind. Our own children were brought up knowing the true meaning of Christmas: The birth of Jesus. The brightness of that Christmas star reflected the announcement of royalty’s birth, Jesus—the light of the world and guided the shepherds and the wise men to Jesus.

In the same way, our hearts need to reflect the love of Jesus who resides in us. Our lives need to reveal the light that burns just like the Christmas Star. We can let our light so shine before men—and our families who don’t always see eye-to-eye on what Christmas is about. Live as Jesus would live. Speak as Jesus would speak; with love in our hearts that shines like the Christmas Star that can lead others to Jesus.

This Christmas, let’s show love and grace to those who see things differently from us.  Let your light shine so we glorify your Father, who is in heaven.

Father, let our light shine from within that we may lead others to Jesus, and let the true message of Christmas be seen by your love within us. Amen

© Chrissy Siggee

Scripture Verses used are from the New International version of the Bible.

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Fifteen Tarnished Christmas Bells

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David took a deep breath. The musty smells of the old town hall made his nose itch. This place still reminded him of community gatherings, nativity plays, and combined Easter services. An old plastic Christmas tree leaned against the wall; bent over and covered in cobwebs. He pushed aside the sagging stage curtain and touched one of the fifteen tarnished Christmas bells which hung in a neat row. He closed his eyes and tried to recall the familiar sounds. All he heard was the squeak of the front door.

‘Mrs Jessop, good to see you. What’s it been…?’

‘Twelve months’, she groaned. The old woman placed her scarf and handbag on a nearby table. ‘Where is everyone? I want to be home early tonight.’

‘Well, Teresa married in January and moved to the coast. Donald won’t be here… you knew his wife died from cancer a few weeks ago?’

‘Yes, I read the funeral notice in the obituaries but I was too busy to go.’

David was about to continue when a soprano rendition of Hark the Herald Angels Sing echoed in the empty hall. He turned toward the door and laughed as his star performer approached. The girl’s chubby face reflected the enthusiasm that oozed from her.

‘Meredith, you look um… colourful… as usual.’ He stepped back and gazed at her peculiar outfit.

Mrs Jessop stood with her hands on her hips. Her head moved slowly from side to side. ‘I hope we’re not dressing in florescent angel costumes this year to sing Angels in the Realms of Glory.’

Meredith giggled. ‘It’s been a fabulous year David. I earned an art scholarship in London.’ Her eyes sparkled. ‘I have always wanted to work in London. Perhaps this will be my big chance.’

The side door swung open and a middle-aged woman entered as she spoke. ‘David, I can’t believe it’s that time of year again.’ She smiled and offered a hug. ‘John won’t be coming. He’s still away at army training.’

Mrs Jessop frowned. ‘Well, well. That was a bit inconsiderate of your son, Joan. He could have at least waited until after caroling season before he joined the Army.’ With another shake of her head, she slumped heavily into a chair.

Almost simultaneously, two other choir members burst into the hall through the front and side entries. The commotion rose with reminiscing and laughter which now seem to brighten the dreary hall.

David glanced at his watch and whistled. ‘Okay everyone, you know the routine. We’ll have three practices before we start caroling. Let’s begin tonight with Meredith’s choice, Hark the Herald Angels Sing.’ He paused as the choir members took their places in a curved line, shuffling closer to fill gaps where others had once stood. David cleared his throat. ‘It’s sad to think that if we go on like this, within a few years our town’s caroling group will no longer exist.’

Smiles disappeared and expressions became solemn. Whispers betrayed their thoughts.

Joan, one of the older group members, broke the quiet chatter. ‘Oh please, don’t say that David.’

He straightened and coughed. ‘Well let’s not spoil our practice. Maybe we can have a meeting sometime and do some recruiting for next year.’

Mrs Jessop made a throaty gruff noise. ‘Oh, but we can’t have strangers singing carols with us.’

‘Why not?’ Meredith’s face flushed.

‘Well… because…’

David tapped his baton on his music stand. ‘Twelve years ago, we began with fifteen carolers. We all knew each other like family and regardless of which church we attended, we visited each other during the year. We shared each other’s joys and sorrows.’ He sighed heavily. ‘When was the last time we commenced our annual caroling practice with a party… or polished our bells?’

Meredith sat on the floor and crossed her legs; her head in her hands. The line dispersed. Joan’s husband Rolf, brought a chair over so Joan could sit.

‘So, it’s come to this?’ Mrs Jessop sighed.

The hall grew silent. The only sound was the occasional creaking of the rafters and the wood-rotted door rattling with the slightest breeze.

‘I still want to sing Hark the Herald Angels Sing’, Meredith whispered.

David tapped his baton again. ‘OK, let’s sing our best this year. We’ll polish our bells and let the whole town know that we want caroling to continue. Let’s announce the birth of Jesus like we haven’t done before.’

A gentle white snow began to fall outside and the words Hark the Herald Angels Sing echoed in the old town hall and throughout their little town.

© Chrissy Siggee

This is a work of fiction. Names, characters, businesses, places, events, locales, and incidents are either the products of the author’s imagination or used in a fictitious manner. Any resemblance to actual persons, living or dead, or actual events is purely coincidental.

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Wait!

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Rest in the Lord, and wait patiently for him – Psalm 37:7

When an answer to prayer is not quick in coming we often find ourselves focusing on the prayer itself and on the answer we desire to that prayer. While we know it’s good to be positive, and we know God will answer in His time, we need to wait on Him, the one who meets all our needs—and He’s never late.

It’s while we wait that we need to keep our eyes fixed on the Lord, study His Word, and find instruction, comfort, and encouragement. We need to trust Him and know that He can and will do what He considers best for His children.

There’s one thing I have learned through waiting; it gives me the opportunity to give God the glory for an unwavering assurance that He has all things under control. Everything is in His hands and there is a time for everything.

Ecclesiastes 3:1 says: to everything, there is a season and a time to every purpose under the heaven. Verse 11 – He hath made everything beautiful in his time: also, he hath set the world in their heart, so that no man can find out the work that God maketh from the beginning to the end.

Wait in hope, perseverance, patience, and joy because His grace is sufficient for me.

Father, help us to be patient with answers to prayer. Keep our eyes fixed on You knowing all things will come to pass in Your perfect timing. Amen

© Chrissy Siggee 2019

Scripture Verses used are from the King James Version of the Bible

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Forester’s Assignment

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All eyes followed the smartly dressed young woman marching between the rows. Her head moved from side to side inspecting the finest examples. She stopped occasionally for a closer assessment.

‘Stand straight Forester’, the commander yelled. ‘What happened to you anyway?’

Forester leaned back as far as his twisted limbs could take the strain. ‘Sir, I…’

‘Hush son. You’re a disgrace to the ranks.’

Forester watched Farmer Stanley as he followed the woman who had suddenly turned into his row. Their conversation grew louder.

‘What kind of tree are you looking for? They all look the same to me.’

‘I need something… different.’ Was the woman’s reply.

She stopped suddenly and pointed. ‘That one! It’s perfect.’

Staring forward, Forester focused on the woman’s jacket which blocked his view of the commander.

Farmer Stanley moved his cap back and scratched his head. ‘Why would anyone want a Christmas tree that looks like this? It’s just a mangled mess. It’s stunted and undeveloped.’ He ran his calloused hands over the branches.

A fearful Forester tried to keep still.

‘There’s too much space between these limbs’, Stanley pointed out. ‘There’s more on one side than the other. It’s worthless.’

‘Nevertheless, it’s the one I want.’

‘OK, Ma’am, but I’m not going to charge you. I don’t want you coming back for a refund or giving my plantation a bad name.’

Stanley removed his axe from its belt that hung loosely under his protruding belly.

‘Where are you going to put this…thing? There has to be a reason for choosing such a pathetic-looking tree for Christmas.’

‘It’s was my son Sam’s idea.’ She took a deep breath and then exhaled slowly. ‘Sam’s a paraplegic. He fell from his horse a few years back. He spends a lot of time in the children’s hospital and since I have to work over Christmas, well we have to make the most of it. I’ll be the pediatrician on call over Christmas.’

Stanley smiled. ‘A doctor, aye?’

‘Yes, Dr Anne Shepherd. Anne, please.’

She accepted his outstretched callused hand before continuing in a more subdued manner. ‘Sam’s father is in the army and has been serving in Iraq but he expects to be home for Christmas. Anyway, Christmas with the children is going to be the only way we’ll spend any time together.’

Stanley was staring at the woman for a few moments before he shifted his attention back to the narrow trunk and lifted the axe.

With one crack Forester fell sideways and looked up at his commander. ‘Sorry Sir.’

The commander glanced momentarily at his fallen comrade. ‘It’s all right Forrester. I think you may be worthy of this important assignment after all. Do us proud.’

‘Yes Sir’, Forester replied as he swayed back and forth in Stanley’s hand.

Stanley walked behind Anne to where she had parked her vehicle. There he waited while she opened the rear door.

‘Sam, I found one.’

‘Cool! Let me see.’

Hanging almost upside down, Forester appreciated Stanley’s strong grip and watched Anne climb into the back of the modified van. Anne pulled a small lever at the base of the boy’s seat and turned it around.

Forester became suddenly dizzy and almost lost his bearings when Stanley unexpectedly flipped him upright.

‘Here it is’, The farmer announced.

‘WOW! It’s perfect Mum.’

Forester blinked and opened his eyes wide so he could see clearly a child who sat in a strange chair with big wheels. The boy was smiling broadly and Forester realized it was he, Forester, whom Sam was so excited to see. Forester felt six feet tall.

‘Thanks, Mum. Thanks Mister.’

‘You can place the tree here beside the wheelchair in a moment’, Anne told Farmer Stanley. She turned Sam’s chair back into place and secured it before climbing back out through the rear exit. ‘Thank you, we appreciate your kindness.’

‘It’s my pleasure Ma’am and you have a great Christmas Sam.’

Resting beside Sam’s chair, Forester was overwhelmed by the excitement that had glowed on the boy’s face. Forrester didn’t even flinch when the door closed and latched.

‘Come on Mum! We need to get to the hospital so the kids can decorate it. It’s going to be a neat Christmas and with Dad unexpectedly home, everything will be perfect.’

Forrester heard the front door open and close. Anne’s sweet response and cheerful laughter sounded beautiful. When the engine started, he felt Sam’s fingers wrap around his feeble trunk. He shivered with pride. His assignment had begun.

© Chrissy Siggee

This is a work of fiction. Names, characters, businesses, places, events, locales, Christmas trees and incidents are either the products of the author’s imagination or used in a fictitious manner. Any resemblance to actual persons, living or dead, or actual events is purely coincidental.

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Mary

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Luke 1:26-28 says “And in the sixth month the angel Gabriel was sent from God unto a city of Galilee, named Nazareth, to a virgin espoused to a man whose name was Joseph, of the house of David; and the virgin’s name was Mary. And the angel came in unto her, and said, Hail, thou that art highly favoured, the Lord is with thee: blessed art thou among women.”

The New Testament begins its account of Mary’s life with the visit of Gabriel the angel who was sent by God as His messenger. The Lord God himself selected Mary to be the mother of Jesus. The Bible records Mary’s role in key events of the life of Jesus from his virgin birth to his crucifixion.

Christians acknowledge Mary as “blessed among women” (Luke 1:42) but we do not all agree that Mary is to be venerated. She is considered to be an outstanding example of a life dedicated to God.

Luke 1:38 says “And Mary said, Behold the handmaid of the Lord; be it unto me according to thy word. And the angel departed from her.”

Mary used the word “handmaid” which is usually translated as “bond-servant” or “slave”, which refers to someone whose will is consumed by the will of another—in this case, Mary’s will is consumed by God’s. From this I see her attitude being parallel with what John the Baptist said in John 3:30 “He must increase, but I must decrease” (KJV) or, “He must become greater; I must become less.” (NIV).

Whichever argument you choose, or doctrine you follow, Mary had to have been one special lady for God to choose her to be the mother of Jesus. She was a handmaiden of the Lord.

This Christmas let us remember that we celebrate the birth of our Lord Jesus Christ who came to earth as a human child. It was Jesus who died for our sake and put our sins upon Himself. He is the Lord of Lords and the King of Kings.

He was born of Mary—a servant of the Lord.

© Chrissy Siggee

Scripture Verses used are from the King James version of the Bible unless otherwise stated.

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Don’t Waste Those Christmas Cards

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We sing our Christmas carols
and pray our saintly prayers—
We decorate our Christmas trees
and share our Christmas cheer.

We are tempted to dispute
over wasted Christmas cards—
Buy a ten-for-a-dollar pack
and write some worthless words.

Do we ever take the time
to choose a better card?
Do we really want a Santa
who drives a flying sleigh?

There’s something more to Christmas
than dashing through the snow—
A message of the new-born King,
is what I want to see.

Scenes of Mary and her child
with shepherds kneeling near—
Angels in the realms of glory,
announcing Jesus’ birth.

Do you see the Christmas star
reflecting in the clear night sky?
Those tiny specks of glitter dust
brings gladness to my heart.

Treasures of the Saviour’s birth
displayed upon each card—
To decorate our mantle shelf
or hung in every room.

Gold, Frankincense and Myrrh
three very special gifts—
Each to honour our new-born King,
asleep within His crib.

I want to share the joy I feel,
with every card I send—
Each one affirms our Father’s gift
and hope to all mankind.

So precious is our Savour’s birth,
we need to spread the news—
It’s time we took a stand
and share Him with the world.

Take some time to choose a card
it’s really not that hard—
Perhaps you could design your own,
but make it from your heart.

Come; let’s rejoice in His birth,
spread the news, Christ is born—
Choose a card that declares the truth;
don’t waste those Christmas cards.

© Chrissy Siggee

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Just a Little

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Just a little
of Your Holiness,
Just a little touch
of Your gentleness
Brings healing to my soul.

Just a little
of Your inward peace,
Just a little
of Your purest joy
Brings freedom to my soul.

Just a little
of Your glory revealed,
Just a little
of Your Word of life
Brings knowledge of Your love.

© Chrissy Siggee

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Alone

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Isaiah 53:3 says: “He was despised and rejected by mankind, a man of suffering, and familiar with pain. Like one from whom people hide their faces he was despised, and we held him in low esteem.”

Do you ever feel alone or afraid?  Have you ever been misunderstood or rejected? What about rumours rising against you or lies told about you? Are you or a loved one in pain?

I think every one of us has experienced one or more of the above in some way or another. I know I have and have been guilty of forgetting to hand everything over to the Father. As a young Christian, I often thought He just wouldn’t understand, but through His Word and experiencing His grace, I now know He does.

Jesus encountered temptation, fear, and exhaustion. He’s been doubted, questioned, misunderstood, insulted, even betrayed and so much more. He feels what we feel. We can be confident, and find understanding, compassion, and grace when we seek His presence and step into His throne room.

It’s good to know that we can approach the throne of grace, at any time day or night, knowing we can do so with confidence that He will hear us.

Isn’t that awesome?

Father, thank you for being with us in our time of need. Help us to remember that whatever we have been through, you have to. Teach us to read Your Word to find understanding, compassion, and Your Grace. Amen

© Chrissy Siggee 2018

Scripture Verses used are from the New International Version of the Bible

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Health Update – December 5th 2025

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A typical specialist report. Undecipherable and needing a degree to understand. He lost me after radiological activity noted. Huh!

Anyway, I have a CT-guided L4/5 facet joint block with cortisone appointment in Newcastle on Dec 16th. Even if this is slightly successful/helpful, it will be just a temporary fix and will proceed to a radio-frequency neurotomy in the future 🫤(Please explain) which I will need to travel to Sydney for but no future surgeries are expected. 🙂 There’s a lot more about the sacroiliac joint being a pain generator. What does that suppose to mean? 🫤 Butt what I do know is that it’s painful to sit.

On a more positive, understandable note, my chronic fatigue and fibromyalgia symptoms have eased some. Sleep has found to an acceptable pattern but could be better. Fibromyalgia pain persists, especially with these crazy summer storms, high temperatures and sudden weather changes.

Day time naps are a new mandatory activity. Thankfully, only the arthritis medication is needed – at least until cortisone injection.

I’m now exploring a new ‘normal’ although it’s slow and frustrating since every day is different. I have been able to take short walks even if it’s just around Bunnings or shopping malls. 🙂 The problem I have with walking the aisles of Bunnings is that I stop often and buy stuff – like plants and anything related.

I have been very blessed and encouraged by get well cards, text messages, emails and prayer support. Thank you.

– Chrissy

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It’s That Special Time of the Year

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Christmas trees and candy canes,
Holly wreaths and jingle bells—
It’s that special time of the year.

Giggles, secrets, and bon bons,
Decorated stores galore—
It’s that special time of the year.

Granny smiles and Poppy winks,
Sharing gifts and candy canes—
It’s that special time of the year.

Garland hanging on the door,
Sending festive Christmas cheer—
It’s that special time of the year.

Greeting cards to choose and mail,
Wishes sent to someone dear—
It’s that special time of the year.

Good times remembered and shared,
Love ones missed no longer here—
It’s that special time of the year.

Celebrate the virgin’s birth,
Carolers and Christmas plays—
It’s that special time of the year.

Glory to the newborn king,
Remembering the reason—
It’s that special time of the year.

© Chrissy Siggee

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What Does Christmas Mean To You?

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Jubilance radiates tranquil moments,
Young lovers pursue tender embraces–
Neighbourhood children join in games
Sweet aromas saturate festive appetites
Families share in united harmony.

Midnight services fill the churches,
Choirs sing in joyous proclamation–
Nativity scenes and dramas unfold,
Ascended praises announce His birth
Jesus Christ, Saviour and Lord.

Silence falls before the dawn,
Morning excitement awakes the birds–
Gifts are exchanged and children squeal,
Doorbells ring by kith and kin
Celebrations unfold with a festive feast.

Church bells echo through the town,
God’s people gather near and far –
Scripture is read of our Saviour’s birth,
Mankind raises their voices with carols sung,
Christians celebrate the birth of Christ.

© Chrissy Siggee

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Beautiful Jesus

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Beautiful Jesus, to you I sing,
My life and plans are yours
Let this life of mine
Be filled with gladness and joy
I sing praises and songs to you.

Wonderful Jesus, to you I pray,
My heart and my gifts are yours
Let this heart of mine
Be filled with love and kindness
I pray praises and songs to you.

Loving Father, to you I give,
My soul and my will are yours
Let this heart of mine
Be filled with images of your love
I give praises and songs to you.

© Chrissy Siggee

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Trust

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Hebrews 12:1-3 Therefore, since we are surrounded by such a great cloud of witnesses, let us throw off everything that hinders and the sin that so easily entangles. And let us run with perseverance the race marked out for us, 2 fixing our eyes on Jesus, the pioneer and perfecter of faith. For the joy set before him he endured the cross, scorning its shame, and sat down at the right hand of the throne of God. 3 Consider him who endured such opposition from sinners, so that you will not grow weary and lose heart.

Sometimes life finds us in a place where we don’t want to be or in a place we don’t understand. Even lost. Yet God knows why we need to be there and for how long. Saying we trust God is not as easy as actually trusting God.

God supplies all our needs, including friendships. He places people in our lives at different times and through different circumstances. Sometimes relationships put us through hurts and pain and we find it difficult to trust again. Jesus himself had friends turn against him, but he still trusted his heavenly Father. He trusted God no matter the circumstances. Situations change again and again but we need to step out in faith and allow the Lord to close one door so He can open another.

There’s no shame in daring to hope but God’s plan is made for our benefit so His glory can be revealed. Our Lord will never leave us. He will take us and move us forward in a strength; strength we may have thought we had lost. He will supply all our needs, yes, even friends who love without judgement and pray with and for us.

Jeremiah 17:7 says: “But blessed is the one who trusts in the Lord, whose confidence is in him.”

Father, you are always with us and you know our every situation. You know exactly what we need at the very time we need it, and who is needed to guide us through.  You also know when we need to let go and step out in faith, trusting in new a tomorrow, and thank you for opportunities to know true friendships. Amen.

© Chrissy Siggee First Published 2009

Scripture Verses used are from the NIV

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Praise

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Psalm 103:1 tells us “Praise the Lord, my soul; all my inmost being, praise his holy name.”

A recent visit by the coast had me reminiscing about the days spent writing my first book. As I breathed in the seaside freshness, it stimulated the desires that once beckoned me to explore the dream. Pale pink clouds caressed the sunrise like a morning hug. Birds sang praises to welcome the dawn.

My thoughts reached out as in a dream, capturing a peace within my soul. While the sun elevated slowly into a glowing sky, words surged forth like a shifting stream. My fingers moved quickly to keep up with the flow of thoughts. My heart was overwhelmed by the outpouring of phrases previously unknown. There’s something about the break of day that gives freshness to the mind and releases expression onto a page.

Immersed in my writing, I was still aware of the increasing brightness filling the sky beyond the open window, but I was also conscious of the glow within my inner being. If there is ever a place I feel in harmony with God, it’s when I’m absorbed in writing. To not write would create an empty cavern in my life.

My desire is to praise Him through words inspired by creation. My hopes and dreams rest in knowing that He is the only one I need to bring joy and delight.

Father, let Your Word penetrate my soul. You are the author of my faith. Allow me, Lord, to bring joy and delight to your heart in return. May the words I write be inspired by your love and grace. Amen.

© Chrissy Siggee 2012

Scripture Verses used are from the New International Version of the Bible

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Chronic Illness – Reminders to Self

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Chronic Illness - Reminders to Self

• I did not cause my illness
• I can do everything right and still struggle
• Take one day at a time at my own pace
• Pain is real but it’s invisible to others
• Pain levels change without an invitation
• Asking for help doesn’t make me weak
• If I did it today, it doesn’t mean I can do it again
• Ignore those who think they have all the answers
• Rest when I need it
• It is OK to cancel plans

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