Lots of people have been falling in love over the holidays and new relationships are igniting an exciting start to a New Year. One loyal listener sent me a message on Facebook asking for a little advice about an issue of the heart. Her story put a smile on my face…
I'm twenty years old, and I've listened to your show since I was a little girl. I've never had a boyfriend and never been in love, but there's a young man at work making me miserable...in a good way. I only recently considered that I might be thinking of him as more than just someone I work with. We talk often throughout the day, and he always says hello when we cross paths. We're usually on break together, as if by accident. I'll talk to him when I wouldn't usually talk to other coworkers, or other people in general. He's always been warm and friendly to me.
My trouble is, I don't know why this makes me so miserable. I frequently check my schedule to see when I'll be working with him, and I always look around for him throughout the day, but when I see him I'm always so shy or nervous that I have to look away again. I can't help but smile when we happen to look at each other, and my heart beats just a little faster when I'm near him. And at the end of the day, I'm always sad when we have to go our separate ways. GS
Your heart is a flutter, you’re always looking for him, you’re checking your schedule and it’s making you miserable – in a good way. It sounds like you have a “crush” my friend! If it didn’t hurt a little bit, they’d call it something else. And I say enjoy this time in your life where you get to feel twitterpated by someone. If you two are meant to be more, it will happen.
Who else has a story of new love in the New Year? I want to dedicate a song to you and your sweetie. Call in today and request a love song for your sweetheart or your secret crush. My number is 1-888-633-5452. Or if you need to be more discreet, quietly email it to me at D@Delilah.com. I hope to hear from you soon!
I want to wish you a Merry Christmas, may you rejoice in the reason for the season, and delight in the beautiful hymns that share the message…
O Holy Night,
The stars are brightly shining,
It is the night of our dear Savior’s birth;
Long lay the world in sin and error pining,
'Til He appeared and the soul felt its worth.
A thrill of hope the weary world rejoices,
For yonder breaks a new and glorious morn;
Fall on your knees,
Oh, hear the angels voices!
O night divine, O night when Christ was born!
O night, O holy night,
O night divine!
"For the grace of God has appeared, bringing salvation for all people." (Titus 2:11) That's exactly what Christmas is really about, that's the Christmas story in 12 words! There's so much more to the story, but it's that simple. Thank you, Jesus.
We signed up for the "Adopt A Soldier" program for Thanksgiving at the nearest military base, which happens to be a multi-service facility. Many of our young military people are not able to go home for the holidays, so this is our way of giving them a little leisure, a little "family life,” and a lot of home-cooked food!
As it turned out, we had six young men, whom we found were all Navy. After we got home, we learned that they were all "culinary specialists" -- Navy COOKS! NO, they did not do any cooking while with us. We told them they had the day off! They all agreed that the two things they wanted most were sleep and a home-cooked meal. They got both while they were with us! And filled plates to take back to base with them that evening!
We don't know yet if the USO office will do the same thing for Christmas, but if they do we will again be a part of it. And, if we are fortunate enough to share our Christmas with them, there will be some small gift for each of them under our tree. It is not the gift that counts, but the sharing. Sharing of our home, sharing of ourselves, and sharing of the real meaning of Christmas! Our way of giving each of them a "taste of home" when they can't get there in person. Irene
Hosting six Navy cooks for Thanksgiving – now that’s a lot of pressure! But I bet those boys loved every minute of their “taste of home” while letting someone else do the cooking. What’s your story? What are your plans for Christmas? Or tell me your goal(s) for the coming year? I’d love to hear from you today: D@Delilah.com.
Friday morning I was too distracted baking cookies for my kids’ school events that I wasn’t aware right away of the horrific and tragic shootings that occurred in Newtown, Connecticut. I had sent my own children off to school without any sort of fear that something might happen to them. After all, I was covered in flour on their behalf.
When I saw the news, my heart broke. Shattered. A thousand thoughts went thru my head of the terror that occurred that morning, and the grief that followed for the shocked families, never expecting to send their children to school without having them safely return at the end of the day. And praise for the teachers who heroically shielded their kids and tried to usher them to safety.
It’s hard to wrap my mind around this tragedy, especially knowing so many of the victims were so young and vulnerable. And the only thing I can do for comfort is turn to God. Because I know this for certain: God loves the children. And even though we mourn and we feel pain, anger, sorrow and confusion, those little spirits have been lifted up to a place more glorious than my mind can even fathom. Those children will never feel fear or terror or pain or sorrow ever again. And when I begin to consider their joy, it helps to ease my aching heart.
A lot of people want to know what they can do. We want to do something or say something that can help with the healing. And here is what I would say to that: Pray for healing and comfort for the victims’ families, friends and community, first and foremost. You can also make a donation to support the families and you can find that information by clicking here.
Something else you can do in light of this tragedy: Make amends that need to be made in your own circle. Don’t go another day without saying I’m sorry or saying I love you if those words have been neglected. And show kindness in your community. Even one single, small act of kindness can have a ripple effect to others. Let the memory of those who perished in Newtown be the reason you spread some much-needed love in a broken world. God bless you.
Every year during the Christmas season my family and I tune into your show. The stories you share inspire us, fill us with joy, and remind us just what Christmas is truly about. This year we decided it was time to share our Christmas with you and your audience.
We live nestled in the foothills of the Rocky Mountains where there is an abundance of wildlife. One Christmas I was reminded that it's often the pure magic of Christmas that makes life long memories- not the size of the gifts, or the opulence of decorating. After a long day of wrapping, baking and last minute errands, we stumbled in from a Christmas Eve church service. We finally quieted the children and tucked them into bed. As was a ritual, we cracked their windows so they could hear Santa's sleigh bells as he arrived. Santa's helper would venture outside and ring sleigh bells. Always to their delight, my children would spring from their beds to see if they could catch a glimpse of the jolly ol' man. This particular year, we threw open the blinds, "and what to our wondering eyes should appear?" There on a hill behind the house silhouetted against the Christmas sky were 8 male deer with large antlers. They had conveniently lined up in a row as if they had been pulling Santa's sleigh. My children just stood there slack jawed and wide-eyed, this holiday image imprinted on their minds forever. The memories of gifts received are soon forgotten, however this story is always revisited year after year rekindling our Christmas spirit.
What's the holiday story you tell over and over again? Is it a story of the wonder of hearing "Santa's" jingling bells outside your window as a child? Is it a story of the perfect holiday gift that came in the form of your child or grandchild? Is it a story of comedy, the night Christmas dinner was burnt to a crisp? Is it a story of giving, and surprising a needy family with Christmas gifts? Or is it a story of tradition, and hiking two days into the mountains every year to find the perfect Christmas tree?
I love your stories! I use your stories and I share them to spread the Christmas spirit and the magic that makes this time of year so very special. I hope to keep sharing more wonderful stories like Nancy's, so call me at 1-888-633-5452 or email me at D@Delilah.com and tell me yours today.