Wood Santas Carved by Paul T. Boecher©

In the past several years, my husband has laboriously carved a collection of wooden Santas for me.  Each year I carefully placed them on the mantle amidst lights and decorations.  Each one is different.  One is shaped like a jalepeno pepper.  Another tall, skinny and green- I call him the pickle Santa.  There’s one that’s about 3 feet tall and he sat in front of the hearth.

We have since moved from that house and no longer have a mantel, so I have wondered where I would place them this year.  Now another dilemma has occurred.  I’ve discovered most of the Christmas decorations, except for my Santa collection.  I’m sure they’re tucked safely away in a cardboard carton, but I can’t recollect  where it might be stored right now.

In a way, some of the greatest treasures of Christmas are often tucked away and forgotten in a world so busy and focused on material things. Those who know the true meaning of this special holiday realize that the true gift was Jesus, the Savior of the world.

We may hide Him away from time to time and even forget where He is, but He never leaves us.  He’s always right there beside us, encouraging, inspiring and relieving our anxious moments.  That tiny baby – God incarnate – placed in an animal feeding trough so many years ago.  He worked beside His step dad as a carpenter.  He studied the scriptures and grew into a man.  He walked across rough terrain and gathered a flock of followers and eventually took on the sin of the world on the cross.

At that moment in history, the world might think that Jesus was lost – nowhere to be found – just another religious fanatic, but He returned in a renewed body on Easter morning to prove to His followers that He indeed was the Son of God.

As His children, we too will never die.  When our lives are snuffed out, we will see Him and life will go on forever.  Through His life, we have been adopted into His family.


About atimetoshare.me

As I reach the end of my years, I find I have a lot of good information stored up in this old decrepit mind of mine. If I don't write it all down, it may vanish and no one will have the advantage of my thoughts. This is why this blog exists. I love the Lord, Jesus with all my heart and soul. I know I'm undeserving of all He's done for me, but I also know that His love is beyond my comprehension. I've always wanted to write. I never kept diaries, but tucked my thoughts in my head for future reference. I use them now in creating stories, plays, poetry and my blog. I continue to learn every day. I believe the compilation of our time spent with God will have huge affect on the way we live. I know I'm a sinner and I need a Savior. I have One through Jesus, Christ. My book, "Stages - a memoir," is about the seven stages of life from the perspective of a woman. It addresses all the things girls and women go through in life as they travel it with Jesus, and it is available on Amazon.com.
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6 Responses to SWEET MEMORIES

  1. Now those are just precious. You are truly blessed to have such a hubby. I had a little carved head a guy made me to replace a nob on a vaccum cleaner. I loved it, I had an little elf that rode around with me, but what I loved was his ingenuity and kindness.

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  2. ColorStorm says:

    That’s some seriously good carvings there. The detail, perspective, color, very well done..

    And best of yet, a gift given. And doesn’t God carve out a life for us too.

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  3. Rebecca says:

    Beautiful carvings! So much talent!!!

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