Father, Help Me To…

Prayer by Bryan Jeffery Leech

Father, help me to TALK like a Christian:

to speak in such a way that I build up another person’s confidence in himself, instead of tearing down his reputation.

Father, help me to DRIVE like a Christian:

to be watchful and careful lest I cause harm to someone else on the highways.

Father, help me to GIVE like a Christian:

without thought of return, without anyone knowing what I do, and with Your approval as sufficient reward.

Father, help me to DRESS like a Christian:

by not attracting attention to myself for being too fashionable or too causal; and help me to show by my appearance that I want people to know me for what I am inside myself.

Father, help me to SLEEP like a Christian:

at peace with myself because sin is forgiven; and at peace with others because I do not allow my anger to last through a day.

Father, help me to EAT like a Christian:

to eat healthily, to eat moderately, to eat gratefully, giving thanks to You who provide my food, and for the one who prepares my food.

Father, KEEP ME from being so pious that I keep You out of the practical areas of life. Be with me when I am alone, and when I shed my inhibitions, lest in those moments I cancel out all that I seem to be when I’m on my best behavior.

Father, I ASK THIS because I follow a Master who was never guilty of the slightest wrong-doing, and who always showed His love in the small details of living. Amen.

Some Favorite Christmas Mem’ries

Past Christmas Memories:

-Going to see “You’ve Got Mail” in theaters on Christmas day with the fam. It was so exciting to go to a movie on Christmas!

-Burning my fingers while making Krumkake cookies and tears eventually ensuing.

-Cutting down Christmas trees…that pine smell, and rewarded afterwards with hot chocolate round a bonfire.

-The Lord of the Rings two towers of books present that Dad gave me….epic….that gift will go down in history.

-Finding gifts in the Christmas tree branches…Dad’s sneaky.

-Watching Little Women with my own Marmee.

-The excitement of the Christmas Eve candlelight service. Sometimes singing, playing violin.

-Timed family photo on the piano bench.

-Keep the cat away from the tree. And the poinsettias.

-Being Mary in the pageant. Kyle was my Joseph!

-The little table tree made out of green glass with lights that fascinated me as a child. Also, the santa face that would sing once you turned his red nose.

-Writing amazing letters to Santa with Lauren…leaving milk and the best cookies out for him.

-Late night on Christmas Eve wrapping gifts…a house full of procrastinators.

-Swedish pancakes and cardamom bread.

-Watering the tree was my job!

-Skiing sometimes. Snow sometimes.

-Visiting Uncle Roy and Aunt Barb and the cousins upstate. I miss them!

-Amy Grant and Michael W. Smith Christmas cd’s playing nonstop.

-Celebrating the entrance of the 2nd Person of the Trinity into the world as a baby.

Heard This Once Round A Campfire

This guy goes into a restaurant for a Christmas breakfast while in his home town for the holidays. After looking over the menu he says, “I’ll just have the eggs Benedict.” His order comes a while later and it’s served on a big, shiny hubcap. He asks the waiter, “What’s with the hubcap?” The waiter sings, “Oh, there’s no plate like chrome for the hollandaise!”