TWAS THE MORNING AFTER CHRISTMAS

Posted on Dec 28, 2020 in Forgiven- A Daily Devotion | Tags: , , , , , , ,

By Anita Mondragon
 
The following poem was written the day after Christmas as I found myself still cleaning up from Christmas Eve!  
My son, Joe, keeps reciting,  ‘Twas The Night Before Christmas, so I found it easy to write about the morning…and days after that wonderful holiday. I’m sure all the mom’s out there can identify!  Enjoy!-Anita

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‘Twas the morning after Christmas

When all through the house,

Not a creature was stirring

Dog… cat…or mouse!

Well…except for me, of course; I’m mom! Read more…


MARY’S LITTLE LAMB

Posted on Dec 25, 2020 in Forgiven- A Daily Devotion | Tags: , , , , ,

By Anita Mondragon
 
I am always reminded of the verse in John 1:29 that says this: “Behold, the Lamb of God, who takes away the sin of the world!” That Lamb…Mary’s little Lamb, is Jesus!

One day, I was watching my grand-daughter, Audrey.  She came to me in the kitchen, and tugged on my dress… 

“Grandma…will you read me some nursery rhymes?” 

I told her to go get the book.  As she crawled into my lap and I began to read, the first five words struck me to the heart! 

 “Mary had a little lamb…”  

At that very moment, God’s voice was almost audible, as I heard Him say to me… Yes…she did, and HE was the Son of God!”
 
After she left, Jesus and I sat down and wrote this poem together.  Hope you enjoy! 

A VERY MERRY CHRISTMAS TO YOU ALL! -Anita 

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Mary had a little Lamb.

He was the Son of God!

That Christmas night He came to earth, Read more…


FROM HIM, TO ME

Posted on Dec 23, 2020 in Forgiven- A Daily Devotion | Tags: , , , , , ,

By Anita Mondragon
During my early years of childhood, our family was very poor.  We lived in a ratty old house with plaster walls, most of which was missing.  My mom would stuff old rags in between the cracks to keep the cold out.  I wore hand-me-downs until I was eight years old, and slept in a crib until I was six.  Christmas for us was very different indeed.  We struggled to have food on the table, so my brother and I rarely had presents.  This poem came from a memory of one Christmas in particular.-Anita
 
 

A ratty old shack

On the poor side of town;

No Christmas lights

Anywhere to be found.

Inside it’s doors,

Lived a family of four;

Wanting…and hungry…

So very poor!

I remember it well, Read more…