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Christmas Past

Discussion in 'Family Life - Stories, Pictures & Updates' started by clawmute, Dec 15, 2008.

  1. clawmute

    clawmute In the Brooder

    In my stuff is a wrinkled, smudged piece of note book paper with the attached poem jotted down. I kept it in my Bible so that it would never be lost, and then I moved it to Martha’s Bible. I got it out recently and added it to a picture. My daughter, Joanna wrote this Christmas poem when she was only 12, and I thought you might enjoy it since it is the Christmas season. For the first several years of our children’s lives we did not have a TV (thanks be to God!) and our little ones, being home schooled, and except for church not having that much so called "socialization," were occupied with reading and inventing things to play. Christmas was their favorite time and they would start singing Christmas carols in July! No children past or present loved it more than they. We still have enough decorations to cover the White House inside and out. They had scores of stuffed animals and would play church. The little stuffed creatures were arranged in rows and were the congregation. Nathan and Joanna (Laura was still on Jesus’ knee at that time) would conduct the services with singing and preaching. What a sweet recollection.

    We lived in our old, run down drafty trailer in those days and were were poorer than the proverbial church mice. As a matter of fact the church mice felt rich compared to us and would come by and leave offerings of food! A mistake? I worked hard, as hard as any man, but I guess the Lord God was teaching me – no us – something. Nathan and Joanna shared a single bed in those days in the 20 x 20 room I had built on to the old trailer. Their room was 6ft. X 12ft. inside. It contained their single bed, a "chester drawers" and little else since there was no room. They would sleep with their heads at opposite ends of the bed and sometimes it was hard to get them to be still.

    One very cold Christmas back in the 80's, Nathan prayed one night that it would snow. We awakened to a six inch covering of white the next morning and Nathan became a solid convert to the power of prayer! We would make pop corn on those frosty winter's nights and watch some bible stories on the "show and tell" screen. We had seen them so many times we could recite the lines along with the narrator but we never tired of it.

    We have seen more properous times along with many hard times since those wonderful, wonderful days gone by, but nothing has yet equaled let alone surpassed the memories of those cold snowy Christmases past in that drafty old trailer that was filled to bursting with the love of God and love for one another. “Behold, where ever two or three are gathered in my name, there I am, right in the middle of them!”

    I placed her poem on a retouched, fuzzed photo of "our old Christmas tree" that I took a few years ago in out present home.

    May God help and bless all of you that believe this Christmas, and through out the coming year. Never have we needed the help of the grown up Christ child more than now. May all of those who do not believe come to know the calloused but gentle hands of the carpenter from Bethlehem.

    If you have a home filled with love, then you will never be more prosperous than now.

    Merry Christmas....!

  2. M@M@2four

    [email protected]@2four Songster

    Mar 12, 2008
    Beautiful!!! God bless you this Christmas!!!
  3. gapeachy

    gapeachy Songster

    Oct 21, 2008
    Rome Ga
    Quote:that is so sweet.....what happend to joanna?
  4. clawmute

    clawmute In the Brooder

    Joanna, 15, was killed by a drunk driver.

    Joanna Lee
    [​IMG]2008 All Copyrights remain with the author

    by her father, Frank Lee Jennings

    Enough, enough of many things
    That living life can often bring
    Work with trouble, grief with pain
    Repeat themselves with oft refrain

    Enough I say then turn my gaze
    From dark enoughs to brilliant praise
    Of things so dear so common place
    That daily stream before my face

    My constant view now not enough
    Of daily common wondrous stuff
    To see these faces new each day
    And sweetest voices in the way

    Not enough of front porch swings
    While mountain twilight falls
    Or peals of laughter from their rooms
    And scuffling in the hall

    Not enough the freckled smile
    And small arms reaching round
    Then little kiss placed on my face
    While “love you dad” resounds

    Again I say now not enough
    Of daily common wondrous stuff
    Not things but loved ones to hold dear
    Hour by hour and year by year

    Then supper time, five gather round
    The table where we pray
    With hands all joined and giving thanks
    That Jesus made a way

    To be together once again
    To gaze on each dear face
    To hear each voice, so dear so dear
    And know it’s all his grace

    Joanna Lee, our dear fair girl
    Went home at supper time
    To be with God who took her hand
    And at his table dine

    She joins her hands to millions there
    Who gather round God’s throne
    She sees and knows and meets again
    The others God called home

    Now supper time four gather round
    The table where we pray
    With hands all joined, and giving thanks
    That God has made a way

    To be together once again
    To gaze on each dear face
    To hear each voice, so dear so dear
    And know it’s all his grace

    It won’t be long till supper time
    We all again shall be
    Gathered round a table where
    Joanna’s face we’ll see

    And our dear savior with us all
    His nail scarred hand in ours
    In a place where feasting never ends
    On tables made from flowers

    And I shall say then “It’s enough”
    Since all that’s there shall be
    Peace and beauty without end
    Through all eternity
  5. Jena

    Jena The Welsh Witch

    Nov 2, 2008
    This is really so touching, both poems are exceptional.

    Your words in this post bring home to everyone the true meaning of Christmas and of family. Thank you so much for sharing this with us.

    I am sure this little poem is truely treasured and what a wonderful memory of your darling daughter.

    Bless you and your family,

  6. clawmute

    clawmute In the Brooder

    Joanna, at about 5.

  7. horsejody

    horsejody Squeaky Wheel

    Feb 11, 2008
    Waterloo, Nebraska
    I'm sorry you lost her. She was precious.
  8. BirdBoy88

    BirdBoy88 Angel Egg

    Dec 26, 2007
    So Sorry you lost her..she's always with you though [​IMG]

    Very Beautiful tree and love the poems
  9. CATRAY44

    CATRAY44 Lard Cookin Chicken Woman

    Thank you for sharing her with us. What a beautiful child, inside and out.

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