The Red Sled: A Christmas Devotional

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Editor’s Note: This is a guest Christmas devotional by contributor June Titus (See her last post right here). It’s the second entry in our 5th Annual Diva Christmas Series with the theme, “The Best Christmas Ever.” Miss the last post? Catch up here with Day 1

A little background info on our Diva Christmas Series: Every year I’ve been editor, I like to celebrate the Christmas season with a special series and theme. This is year 5!! This year’s theme is “The Best Christmas Ever” and I think you’ll enjoy the wide variety of posts everyone submitted! It was a pleasure reading them as they were submitted, and taking in everyone’s Best Christmases Ever. Submissions are closed, but if you’d like to read more about the series, here is my post announcing the series!


The Red Sled

Seven-year-old girls have different Christmas priorities than their mature self. Back in 1944 it would be the same: different circumstances.

The country’s economy didn’t lend to fancy presents. The country was crawling out of the Great Depression, and America was at war. Although many fathers were serving overseas, mine was a farmer, needed on the Homefront. Much was rationed, but we raise our own food. We had it better than most.

Christmas gifts were not extravagant. My parents worked very hard make our Christmas enjoyable: tree, big meal, a few modest gifts, goodies in our stockings. Grandmother would give a box of candy. A friend in the city would send something. I didn’t want knit stuff or a book. I wanted a sled!

My brother and my sister had their own sleds, but I had a beat-up sled that had been brother’s. I didn’t want an old sled with a bad nick in one of the runners. I just wanted A RED SLED OF MY OWN!

The steep hill behind the barn was just right for sledding if I had my own new sled with smooth runners.

I dutifully got ready for Christmas: drew a picture of our house to give my parents; learned my lines for the school’s Christmas play; practiced my part for the Sunday school program.

Then I spied out Mother’s closet, even when I knew it was wrong. I just wanted to see if there was a big package that looked like a sled. But . . . The only thing with my name of it felt like a book. I didn’t want a book! I pouted.

Daddy and my brother cut and brought a real Christmas tree inside. We all decorated it. Beautiful! I especially liked the red lights . . . like the sled I wanted! But there wouldn’t be a sled. I knew it!

Hah! Search the farm for evidence of a sled. Just maybe. I had already looked inside. Now, I searched the barn, the shop, the hen houses. No sled. This was the worst Christmas ever.

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Christmas morning. No snow. Well, no sled; who needs snow? I ran downstairs in my night gown and looked. Just one glimpse told me that there were only two small presents for me. But, my stocking was bulging, so I knew there would at least be candy.

A working farm means breakfast before presents. The men, up since before daylight working with the cows and other animals, would be starved.

Then presents. I don’t know what my brother and sister received, but mine was a book and a winter hat Mother made.

I said, “Thank you,” and smiled to mask my disappointment. That looked like the only Christmas for me.

And then Daddy said, “Thought there was another present.”

“No! That’s all.” Mother said.

“Uh Oh!” he laughed and sent my brother to the back porch. In a minute he was back with a . . . well, you guessed it: a beautiful red sled!

Big smile! A beautiful, bright red sled of my own!

There’s more to the story. I went outside and checked where we kept the sleds to make a spot for mine. My heart plummeted. The ugly little sled was gone. I realized that my beautiful red sled was old one I hated. I ran into the house and looked at my sled under the tree. On examination I saw the nick had been sanded in an attempt to smooth it. Just an old sled made new.

Mother was in the kitchen making dinner. Oh, what a grouch I was!

“Mother! It’s the OLD sled!” Well, you can imagine my little tirade.

Mother stopped what she was doing and sat down, taking me in her arms. With tears in her eyes, she loved on me as she talked.

She didn’t fuss about lack of money, or that I should be glad to have what other children would love to have. Instead she told me about being made new.

“June, your sled is just like people. You see, when Jesus comes into a person’s heart, that old heart is changed. Yes, it’s the same person, but Jesus gives that person a clean heart.”

It was not until I was much older and faith in Jesus as my Savior was born in me, I finally knew of the best present of all. He came to earth that very first Christmas to give me Eternal life . . . the BEST Christmas ever.

I am still me, including all the NICKS of my old self, but I am a new person in Jesus.

June Titus
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For God so loved the world that he gave his one and only Son, that whoever believes in him shall not perish but have eternal life.

John 3:16

June Windle Bare

June W. Titus is a retired nurse and poet and mother and grandmother, living with her husband in southern Georgia. Now in her eighties, she remains active in her local church. Among other church responsibilities, she teaches a Sunday school class of her peers. She writes a weekly blog on Facebook, entitled “Monday Musings.” Prior to moving to Georgia, she was a regular contributor to “The Watauga Democrat” newspaper, and “all About Women,’ a monthly magazine, both in Boone, North Carolina.

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Christmas Joy and Waiting: A Christmas Devotional

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Christmas Joy and Waiting

Editor’s Note: This is a guest Christmas devotional by Monica Braun (a veteran Diva!). I’m pleased as punch to open the 5th annual Diva Christmas Series with Monica’s post. Since we are expecting a little one in January, I totally cried after reading! 

A little background info on our Diva Christmas Series: Every year I’ve been editor, I like to celebrate the Christmas season with a special series and theme. This is year 5!! This year’s theme is “The Best Christmas Ever” and I think you’ll enjoy the wide variety of posts everyone submitted! It was a pleasure reading them as they were submitted, and taking in everyone’s Best Christmases Ever. Submissions are closed, but if you’d like to read more about the series, here is my post announcing the series!

Without further ado…

Christmas brings so much joy…and waiting.


As children, we wait on Christmas Eve for Santa Claus to bring us gifts which we open on Christmas morning. As adults, we wait for Black Friday to arrive in order to get the best deals for Christmas shopping. We wait for our packages to arrive on our doorstep after we order gifts on Cyber Monday.  
Most importantly, Advent is a time of waiting for the most joyous gift of all, the birth of Jesus Christ. Mary and Joseph waited for the child Jesus to be born that beautiful and fateful night. I wonder what Mary was thinking as she waited to give birth to the Son of God. I sometimes contemplate this mystery. 
I, too, waited for my first child, Daniel, to be born in December. In fact, I waited my whole life for him. I would often lay in bed and wonder if I was ever going to meet the right man to marry so I could have children. I was aware of this space that was missing from my life. I longed for it with all my heart. 
I often wondered what God’s will was for my life. For many years, it was a mystery to me. 
And then, one Christmas season, I met my husband. We fell in love in downtown Chicago under the Christmas lights and falling snow. It was picturesque and perfect.
We got married, and then I waited to get pregnant.
And then I waited some more. We waited 9 months for the birth, to be exact. 
Every day I waited with anticipation to meet my baby. I prepared by creating a baby registry, celebrating with a baby shower, and decorating the nursery soft hues of yellow and white. And then we waited some more. 
And then finally, one frigid and beautiful night in December, he made his debut. My water broke at midnight on my due date and we drove to the hospital through gusts of wind and on icy roads. My excitement grew along with the pains of my contractions. 21 hours later I received the greatest gift I could have ever received. 
When the nurse lied him on my chest, I immediately felt a shower of love wash over me. I peered down at his tiny frame as he struggled to open his eyes.


The snow fell outside in the darkness and I bundled him close to me. We kept each other warm.  It was love in its purest and most joyous form. 
Jesus called Him by name: Isaiah 43:1.

And I knew that I was predestined to be his mama…“You knit me together in my mother’s womb” 

Psalm 139:13.

That space that once left me empty had now been filled.
Jesus taught us how to love when he was born to a virgin in a manger to save us from sin.  And He continued to teach me how to love with an effervescent, unconditional love when I gave birth to my son and I became a mother for the first time.  This love is a great mystery to me.  I navigate the lessons of it with the most overwhelming, all-consuming love I have ever felt. 
Now, as another Christmas season approaches, I will not be asking for any Christmas gifts because I have my little boy to celebrate with.
This Christmas, he will sit on my lap as we open Christmas gifts under the tree, and my heart will swell with love and gratitude to God, who is love itself.  
And then he will help his baby sister open her gifts.
With a little patience and faith, Christmas brings miracles. 
And true love.


Monica Braun has a bachelor’s degree in English from Michigan State University and a master’s in education from Aquinas College. She teaches High School English in Racine, Wisconsin, and is an aspiring writer. She has one son and is expecting another! She is a follower of Jesus Christ. 

Monica’s blog:https://monicabraunblog.wordpress.com/

Facebook: @embracingjesus
Twitter: @monicambraun 

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October Editor’s Note: My Big News

Hello, October!

Back in my June Editor’s Note (here), I kind of talked about surprises that change all your plans. There was a lot going on for me that time of the year, and I wasn’t prepared to share all of it then. 

As I wrote in that post, I went back to Iowa with my toddler in May after a nice deployment visit with my husband in Croatia. At that time, he was in the middle of a 6-month deployment.

Two days after we arrived in Iowa, my grandma suddenly died the day before Mother’s Day. It turned out to be a very melancholy Mother’s Day, especially for my dad. I was also putting things together for little O’s 3rd birthday party. I missed my husband, and everything just felt crazy. And it was about to get even crazier.

You might have already figured out the “big news” by now. 

On O’s third birthday, I went to the doctor for a check-up. And there, I found out we had another baby on the way. Certainly, after the loss of my grandma, this was a bright spot.

We are so happy and feel so blessed. But, as with O, I’ve had a bit of a difficult pregnancy. I would not be able to get through without our families! I am so, so grateful.

I have had to cut back on what I am doing in all areas of my life (even now that I’m back in Italy) and take care of myself. My mother-in-law is here helping me out too while Brandon is away again (again, thank God for family.)

That’s why this post will be the last until our Christmas series begins. And after Christmas, Devotional Diva will be on hiatus until sometime in the spring.

Because in addition to a new baby girl in January, we’re moving back to the US in February! 

I’m going to re-insert the scripture I included in that June Editor’s Note here. It’s the motto for my life right now!

Trust in the Lord with all your heart, and do not lean on your own understanding. In all your ways acknowledge him, and he will make straight your paths. 

Proverbs 3:5-6
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A Song in My Heart


Editor’s Note: This is a guest story by contributor June Titus. See her last post, What to Wear, for more encouragement!

A SONG IN MY HEART

I don’t know about you, but I am one of those fortunate people who have a melody constantly playing in my brain. Sometimes it is the same one for days on end; sometimes it is a tune my head makes up as it goes; sometimes it gets downright annoying, especially when I can’t connect the tune to the words or a title. Mostly, it is enjoyable.

Music has always been a part of my life since I was a tiny child. I could carry a tune by the time I was two or three and could harmonize at age five.

Music, too, has been a balm for me in trying times, bringing comfort to my hurting heart, producing needed tears when I needed to grieve, and lifting my spirits when work seemed overwhelming. Song lives in me and I am thankful.

I call to remembrance my song in the night;
I meditate within my heart,
And my spirit makes diligent search.

Psalm 77:6 (NKJV)

Recently a dear friend has been going through yet another heartache in her life. She, too, loves music and sings beautifully in the church choir. She quietly goes along in these difficult days with their important decisions, yet when it comes to singing in the choir, she is there. I can see the tell-tale concerns etched on her face, yet when the music begins, and she sings, her entire face lights up with the joy and praise in the anthem. The beauty of our Lord Jesus Christ is in her face.

I spoke to her later and told her how encouraged I was seeing her singing when I knew what she is going through in her personal life. She told me how difficult it was to sing that Sunday, although it was a simple song. It was not the choral arrangement that was so difficult; it was the words, Oh when I am alone, give me Jesus.” 

My friend knows from experience she is not alone in this struggle; Jesus is there, guiding, listening, healing.

What is it about music that can fill our hearts with joy, peace, courage, and hope? Psychology explains it in part—what the Bible has been saying for thousands of years—that chemicals are released in the brain for different emotional reactions. Soothing music will alleviate depression; pleasant music can help someone do a difficult task. Music can speed healing, increase creativity; improve memory; help us fall asleep. There are negative effects of music as well, such as: too loud, irregular beats, disharmony, and repetitive patterns. The result can be anywhere from learning disabilities and behavioral problems to anger and boredom—among others.

“Music absorbs our conscious and sub-conscious mind and directs those thought either in spiritual or unspiritual directions.”

If music itself has an emotional impact on us, how much more do the words of the music touch us in communing the attributes of Jesus to our soul. Those musical strains that run through my head, so long as they relate to meaningful words, might do me some good. My friend is working through her difficulties singing the lovely music along with the deep meaning of the words, and she is given courage, being blessed, and blessing others.

The Lord is my strength and my shield;
My heart trusted in Him, and I am helped;
Therefore my heart greatly rejoices,
And with my song I will praise Him.

Psalm 28: 7


June Windle Bare

June W. Titus is a retired nurse and poet and mother and grandmother, living with her husband in southern Georgia. Now in her eighties, she remains active in her local church. Among other church responsibilities, she teaches a Sunday school class of her peers. She writes a weekly blog on Facebook, entitled “Monday Musings.” Prior to moving to Georgia, she was a regular contributor to “The Watauga Democrat” newspaper, and “all About Women,’ a monthly magazine, both in Boone, North Carolina.

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My Miraculous Morning

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My Miraculous Morning

Editor’s Note: This is a guest post by Patrice D. Wilkerson. Thank you so much for bravely sharing this story, Patrice!

Have you ever experienced something so miraculous that it changes how you view your life? On November 7, 2015, I was involved in a car accident that could have ended my life. I was surprised that I was able to walk away without a scratch. I thanked God the moment I was able to get out of my car because He saved me. This tragic morning changed my life forever and proved that miracles do happen.

Even though this happened two years ago, I can still remember every single detail. It was a wet, rainy morning. I woke up late and it seemed like everything was going wrong for me. After leaving my house, I realized I left my lunch sitting on the kitchen counter. Immediately, I turned around to go back home. As I was driving, my car started spinning out of control. Everything was happening so fast, I was afraid for my life.  After a few minutes of spinning, my car landed in the ditch. I couldn’t get out of the driver’s side door so I quickly tried to get out on the passenger’s side. As I found my way out of the car I took a moment to look around at what happened. This event was something that I could not explain. After looking around, I realized that it was nothing but God that kept me here. There was a tree that was so close to my car. What if my car had landed into that tree? What if another car was coming down the road while my car was spinning out of control?  In the blink of an eye my life could have ended but God allowed me to walk away from this alive. All I could do was just look up in the sky and thank Him for allowing me to survive this tragic event.

There were so many lessons that I learned throughout this tragic event. The first lesson was to appreciate life because you never know when it will be taken away. Even though I damaged my car, I was lucky to be alive. God could have made it so that I didn’t survive this accident. So for that, I praised God for keeping me safe. It is easy to take life for granted. God wakes us up in the morning and keeps us safe throughout the day and we don’t even give Him praise for that. You just never know how your life can change.

I also learned that God gives us a wake up a call. Throughout the day all I could do was blame myself for the accident. I thought of all the things I could have done differently. This taught me to not rush but take my time so that I can live a safer life. It also taught me to live a better life that is more pleasing to God. I thought about how I can serve God more and become a better person. I definitely want to be ready when God calls me home. Now I attend church regularly, study God’s word, and strive to be a better person.

Additionally, the fact that God saved me allowed me to realize that my life has a purpose. Just days before my accident, I felt down because I couldn’t figure out what my purpose was in life. I would constantly ask God to give me a sign of direction he wanted me to go in. The accident allowed me to see the direction I need to go in. I realized that God allowed me to survive this accident so that I can tell others about how wonderful and miraculous God is. Now my life is fulfilled because I love to tell others about the wonderful things He has brought me through. 

I’ve never been one to believe in miracles but my story is a true testament that miracles do happen. This miraculous morning brought so many wonderful lessons to my life and it has allowed me to become a more appreciative, spiritual, and fulfilled person. I love the Lord because He turned my miraculous morning into my marvelous testimony.


Patrice D. Wilkerson is a MBA graduate who loves writing poetry.  She’s written a collection of poetry entitled, “Through It All, I’m Going to Make It” which was published in 2010.  She loves the Lord and gives her testimony through her writing.

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Spiritual Self-Evaluation

Spiritual Self-Evaluation

Editor’s Note: This is a guest story by contributor Agnes Amos-Coleman. I don’t know about you, but I’ve definitely been in a position to do some spiritual self-evaluation lately!

My friends, whether you are employed, unemployed, own your own business or retired – you have probably been involved in some sort of performance evaluation, or self-evaluation of how you think you have performed during a given period.

Our Christian walk is no exception. As the year winds down, there is no better time than now, to conduct a spiritual self- evaluation of our walk with the Lord. If we are not doing so well, reset and start again because we serve a God that is gracious and merciful.

After spiritual evaluation comes a renewed focus to live for Christ.  How, you may ask?  The answer lies in the following:

  • Remembering the God that is head over heels in love with us– (John 3:16) reminds us of this great love that led Him to give His Only Son Jesus to die for us so we do not perish but have eternal life. This thought should give us great focus to live for Him and for the joy of eternity that awaits us.
  • Remembering who the source of our existence is – (Acts 17:28) always gives me great comfort knowing that we live, move and have our being in Him. It will help us to live and do right for Jesus, knowing that we are His children and He is there with us and for us.
  • Remembering to share the love of Jesus with others – (2 Peter 3:9) reminds us that it is not His wish that anyone should perish, but for everyone to come to repentance. We owe it to our circle of influence to share this love with them. We do so by our actions, attitudes, and behavior.  “In the same way, let your light shine before others, that they may see your good deeds and glorify your Father in heaven”. Matthew 5:16.

Christ follower, choose to live for Jesus.  If you are currently not a Christ follower, don’t wait another day, Jesus is calling – come

All glory to God!


Agnes Amos-ColemanAgnes is a leader with proven business acumen in a variety of industries. She holds an executive MBA from the University of Hull, United Kingdom, and is also a Certified Meeting Planner (CMP). She is the author of Transforming Business with Godly Governance: Nine Characteristics for Workplace Success; God Cares for Me in Every Season: Godly Insights for Singleness, Marriage and Divorce; The Provisions of God: Insights from a Cat Named Mascot, and  Weekly Insights for the Workplace: A Devotional for Christian Professionals

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Are We Running to Win?

Are We Running To Win?

Editor’s Note: This is a guest story by Amy Frazier. Amy’s devotional today is based off of 1 Corinthians 9:24, which happens to be one of my favorite scriptures!

Do you not know that those who run in a race all run, but only one receives the prize?  Run in such a way that you may win.

I Corinthians 9:24 (NASB)

I was running late for work again.  It was one of those mornings where everything that could go wrong did.  My husband and I just trained our three-year-old beagle, “George,” to be off his leash and walk around our backyard unrestrained.  We didn’t have a fence and we really wanted George to have freedom like the other dogs in the neighborhood.  We worked with George for two weeks setting with him the parameters and boundaries of the yard. He was adjusting quite well, and we were pleased that he was establishing our trust.  That morning I let George out like I usually do for his breakfast and bathroom break.  I walked out with him that day and watched him carefully.  As George rounded the corner of our backyard to the side of the house, he trotted along rather fast.  I yelled for George to come here, in a sweet tone, and maybe even told him I had a treat.  George didn’t care and at this point, started running down the street in front of our house.  I was now yelling, “GEORGE EUGENE FRAZIER, get over here RIGHT NOW!” As he heard me yell, he looked back at me for a brief second and stopped, it felt like a long minute, as if he was contemplating obeying or living free.  As our eyes met, my eyes were pleading with George to come home but George’s eyes twinkled with wanting his freedom.  Just after that stare, George took off again; however, this time running faster than Forrest Gump.  Fortunately, our neighbor was witnessing the entire scene and pulled over in her car to get him.

George’s disobedience reminds me of how much we want our freedom.  We are born with a sinful nature that always wants its way.  When we enter into a relationship with Jesus, we become a new creature, but we still battle our flesh.  We are called to run our race with determination, self-control and eagerness to win. When given our parameters and boundaries by the Holy Spirit, sometimes we fall, similar to George thinking that outside of those lines is where our fun begins, but in reality, it destroys us.  

In I Corinthians, Paul is writing to the church of Corinth, to encourage them and teach them how to live for Christ in their corrupted city.  Even though this was written for the Corinthian church, it also applies to us today.   In verse 24, Paul encourages us to run as if we are running to win, not merely being partakers to win a medal for participation or to be disqualified.

If we look further down this passage of scripture, we see that aim and determination is very important in finishing.  In verses 25-27 it states, 

“Everyone who competes in the games exercises self-control in all things. They then do it to receive a perishable wreath, but we an imperishable. Therefore, I run in such a way, as not without aim; I box in such a way, as not beating the air; but I discipline my body and make it my slave, so that, after I have preached to others, I myself will not be disqualified.”

Paul is stating that we compete in this race for a purpose, not merely just for the sake of running.  We must practice self-control in completing the race, making our bodies our slaves so that when we teach or preach to others, we are living out our faith and practicing what we preach.  We are not merely hearers of the word, but actual doers, therefore not being disqualified.  In I John 2:4-6 (HCSB) it is written,

“The one who says, “I have come to know Him,” without keeping His commands, is a liar, and the truth is not in him. But whoever keeps His word, truly in him the love of God is perfected. This is how we know we are in Him: the one who says he remains in Him should walk just as He walked.”

We know God by obeying Him and disciplining ourselves to walk as Jesus did.  But please remember, we must rely on the Lord’s help!  We cannot walk rightly on our pathway by our own efforts, only with Christ.

Let’s finish this race well, with our goal ever before us.


Amy Frazier is a traveling worship leader, singer/songwriter and blogger out of Oklahoma City.  She has been leading worship and writing music for the last fifteen years.  She has a passion to write for the church about real life experiences so others can relate as well as see God’s mighty hand in their circumstances.  Amy is always looking to sing/lead at your next church, women’s conference, or Sunday worship event.  For more information about Amy, please go to her website at: http://www.amyfrazier.com  Join her Facebook page for updates throughout the year at Amy Frazier Music.  You can also find her on Twitter at @amyfraziermusic

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Diva Christmas 2018!

Diva Christmas Series 2018

It’s the 5th annual Diva Christmas series!

I really can’t believe that I’ve been able to do this for five years! If you’ve seen any of my commentary on past year’s series, you know I just love Christmas. And I love doing our Christmas series.

For me, there’s nothing like connecting with God through these devotionals over Christmas. Christmastime is a time I always feel the need to worship Him even more.

I know Halloween season is just starting and you might not be in a Christmas-y mood yet, but I gotta plan ahead! So here’s the scoop on theme, length and other guidelines of submission for this year’s series.

Theme: “The Best Christmas Ever” Pretty self-explanatory, but what I’m looking for here are stories reminiscing on the best (or one of the best) Christmases you ever had. I love reading these types of stories. When amazing things are happening, I feel very close to God because I marvel at His work. Maybe it’s a Christmas miracle. Maybe it’s a magical Christmas from your childhood. Maybe it’s sharing the Christmas story with your own kids. What’s the best Christmas you ever had? What memories do you like to look back on? How were you blessed?

Length: Normal requirements. 500-700 words.

Bio: If you’d like to share a photo and bio (you can now submit anonymously if you’d prefer!) the bio should be 3-4 sentences and all your social links can be included in there.

Examples of Past Christmas Posts: The True Star (2017), Our Finest Christmas Tree (2017), Joyous Response (2016), Peace and Joy (2014)

Deadline:  October 25th (finished product)

How to Submit: Email me at editor(at)devotionaldiva.com with your idea!

I hope you’ll consider submitting to the series this year! Please let me know if you have any questions. By the way, I did have to close all regular submissions for the rest of 2019. It’s just the Christmas series for now!

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We Are Not Invisible

We Are Not Invisible

Editor’s Note: This is a guest story by Kathy Cheek. You might remember Kathy from last year’s Diva Christmas series! Here is that post, Faith that Grows at Christmas. Kathy just released a new book yesterday, First Breath of Morning – A 90 Day Devotional (more information in her bio below!) Congrats, Kathy!

I woke up today and I felt small and insignificant. Why? It happened when I fell into the trap of comparing myself to others. 

I doubt that I am the only one that does that. You might also be feeling small, insignificant, and maybe even invisible sometimes. I have felt all of those at one time or another.

But I reminded myself that the Bible thankfully tells me otherwise. I have read how God worked in the lives of insignificant and invisible people in a mighty way. I could easily think of five that God moved from a place of insignificance to a position of great ranking.

David was invisible and God handpicked him while a young shepherd and anointed him to be the king of Israel.

Joseph was invisible while falsely imprisoned – until his appointed time when God promoted him to second in command to Pharoah in Egypt and was used by God to save the people from famine.

Moses was invisible, feeling defeated and finished on the back side of the desert until God burned a holy bush and called him to let His people go.

Nehemiah was invisible during his captivity as a cup bearer for King Artaxerxes and God enabled him to lead the rebuilding of the walls of Jerusalem.

Gideon was invisible as he hid—threshing wheat in a winepress when the Angel of the Lord appeared and called him a mighty warrior and God gave him an unconventional victory in battle with only three hundred men.

Recalling the accounts of each of these men assured me that God sees me. He sees you. We are not invisible to Him. But if you feel that way today I would suggest you read about David, Joseph, Moses, Nehemiah and Gideon. Let their stories tell you what they told me today. We are not insignificant and we are not invisible.

God sees us and He has a great plan He wants to work in our lives.

For more of their stories see Scripture passages below:

David: 1 Samuel 16:1-13, Joseph: Psalm 105:16-22, also see Genesis 41:39-41, Moses: Exodus 3:1-10, Nehemiah: 2:4-6, Gideon: Judges 6:11-12


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Kathy Cheek is an inspirational writer published in various Christian publications and guest posts on devotional and ministry sites. She and her husband live in Dallas, TX and have two daughters and one son-in-law and grandson who also reside in the Dallas area. Kathy’s debut book, First Breath of Morning – A 90 Day Devotional is available now!

First Breath of Morning is an invitation to the relationship God wants to have with each of us and it starts in the first breath of each new morning where He waits for us every day. You can find out more about First Breath of Morning at www.kathycheek.com

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What to Wear

WHAT TO WEAR?

Editor’s Note:  This is a guest story by contributor June Titus. I love this devotional because it also has a poem in it! Check out June’s last devotional, Vital and Green, here.

Since God chose you to be the holy people he loves, you must clothe yourselves with tenderhearted mercy, kindness, humility, gentleness, and patience. Make allowance for each other’s faults, and forgive anyone who offends you. Remember, the Lord forgave you, so you must forgive others. Above all, clothe yourselves with love, which binds us all together in perfect harmony. 

Colossians 3: 12-14 (NLT)

Dog-days are over. Cooler weather is coming, and soon the trees will be wearing their showy fall colors, truly exquisite attire that we might have a difficult time if we try to duplicate it. With the crisper air, shorts and tees may not be adequate for that morning walk. So, “What to wear?”

The children are back in school, and there are new trends in fashion, or maybe school uniforms or a dress code. So, they may be concerned with “What to wear?” Young adults going back to college or, perhaps, heading out for a job interview ask, “What to wear?” Mom and Dad want to look their best for the job, business meetings, social occasions, and worship services. “What to wear?” Our elder population, more concerned about how to stay warm than the latest fashion trends, still want to know, “What to wear?”

No matter what stage of life we are in, we think of what we should wear on any given occasion. It’s a daily routine for most of us. As a girl I remember a prayer we prayed at the supper table, voicing our gratitude to God for food, shelter, and clothing. That was a good exercise in thanksgiving for all God gives us, but He has more for us to wear than these outward togs.

Indeed, a greater concern in any season of the year, and more so in any season of life—certainly apropos as we check our physical appearance before heading out for the day—is “What to wear” to reflect our Lord Jesus Christ? If Christ is King of my life, should I not be dressed in a “Royal Wardrobe?” Some years back I sometimes shopped in a used clothing store called “Glad Rags,” so I wrote . . .

I love new clothes and often shop in places old and new.

I try on clothes that may have been some outfit owned by you.

These “glad rags” are a welcomed change and suit me to a tee.

For pennies I can have a gown that looks so good on me.

It’s of no import how I’m clad or how I choose to dress;

It’s rather of significance—of greater weight to stress—

That I should wear the royal togs of mercy, love, and grace,

Because my neighbor sees these more than outward frock or face. JET

(Forgive the ditty, but after all, I’m a poet!)

Ditties aside, the real royal wardrobe is tenderhearted mercy, kindness, humility, gentleness, patience, forgiveness, and of course, love. These robes cost us nothing, but yet they cost everything. They are free through the Holy Spirit to those who have trusted the Lord Jesus Christ as Savior. But on the other hand, they cost us to yield ungodly selfish behaviors, ungodly attitudes, and iron-clad grudges that prevent our donning these beautiful robes. (For more disrobing, read Colossians 3: 5-11) The new ones just don’t fit when we insist on wearing those rags.

But more than the cost of removing the robes of our old nature, it is important to recognize that it cost our Lord Jesus Christ everything—His life for ours at Calvary—so we could have access to this Royal Wardrobe.

What to wear? A wardrobe fit for a child of the King!


June Titus

June W. Titus is a retired nurse and poet and mother and grandmother, living with her husband in southern Georgia. Now in her eighties, she remains active in her local church. Among other church responsibilities, she teaches a Sunday school class of her peers. She writes a weekly blog on Facebook, entitled “Monday Musings.” Prior to moving to Georgia, she was a regular contributor to “The Watauga Democrat” newspaper, and “all About Women,’ a monthly magazine, both in Boone, North Carolina.

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