LIFT Banquet and A Give-Away (Everyone Wins Something): Table #1

Last night was our LIFT Christmas banquet.

It stands for Ladies In Fellowship Together.

 I have decided to do a giveaway.

I started to say that I'm in the Christmas spirit, 

but really I'm just enjoying the Joy of Jesus.

I have been to Bethlehem.

I'm giving away an ornament 

made by one of our ladies.

(I hope she'll make me another, HINT-HINT)

I will feature one or two tables every day for a week.

1.  Be a follower of White Lace and Promises
2. Visit and leave a comment on Facebook 

or White Lace and Promises. 

(any suggestions or comments are welcomed)

3.  Share my blog with a friend. Let me know you shared.

Your name will be entered twice.

If your friend follows me and comments, she will be entered too.

She must be a new follower.

4.  On the last day, vote for your favorite table.

Everyone who enters, comments, shares or invites a friend

will get a special little (I say little) gift from me

just to say thanks and Merry Christmas, 

so be sure to send your address by email.

Our speaker tonight is a close friend of mine. 

Oh my goodness, she is so full of Jesus.

HE just oozes out all over her and gets me gooey too.

Do you hear me?

She talked to us about The Table of Jesus.

We are all invited to the table.

At His table, there is more than enough.

As Bob Benson would say, 

enough fried chicken for everyone,
and still we hold on to our balony sandwich on stale bread
and say, "No, I'm fine."

Table #1

Blue Christmas

Sparkly, blue bows for napkins holders.

The hostess of this table gave each of her guests a cross.

Hilda asked if we had met Jesus at the cross.

I know my need to go to the cross daily.

The cross...

The place where we find

redemption and restoration.

Some call it the GREAT exchange,

the place where we exchange

our sorrow for joy,

our hurt and resentment for forgiveness,

our pain for peace, 

our rejection for His acceptance, 

our sin for HIS grace and mercy.

She asked that we meet Jesus at the manger,

the place of worship where we may sing as the angels.

"Glory to God in the Highest and on earth, peace, goodwill to men."

It takes my breath away to understand that He loved me 

enough to give up Royalty, and to become a servant,

that I may be adopted into His family.

He is the King and that makes me a princess.

To me Thanksgiving should be every day.

So, I think it's perfectly alright if we put up our trees in November. 

Jesus died on a tree.  He is what Christmas is all about anyway.

This is a busy time of year.

Many people have more on their plates than they can digest. 

During this season, I pray for you, my dear sister 

that you will not let the hustle and bustle make you miss Jesus.

Tonight I noticed as each lady tried to decide where she wanted to sit.  

So many pretties, but ladies who didn't feel pretty.

Ladies who came not feeling that they belonged at any table. 

I too have felt isolation at times.

We ladies are like that aren't we?

I invite you to just pull up a chair and sit at HIS table. 

There's room enough for all and as Bob Benson would say

there's plenty of potato salad, mashed potatoes, and fried chicken.

Just throw the baloney sandwich in the garbage

and let's ask the blessing and EAT.

God's table is full and He always has enough for everyone, 

enough grace, enough peace, enough love, enough joy.

He has more than enough.

Join me at the table. 

Bonnie:)

Don't forget to enter.  Everyone wins!

I am linking up the Cozy Little House this week
for Tweak it Tuesdays.
http://www.cozylittlehouse.com/

A Timewashed Pumpkin

Yesterday morning 

my husband and I had war.

Mr. H: "Somebody's out there."

Me:  "I can't go.  I haven't got on a bra."

(I am never without my bra, seriously!)

Mr. H:  Sitting with an afghan over him, 

"I haven't got on..."

Me:  "WHAT???"

It was the postman leaving a package.

I'd forgotten that I had ordered 

a pumpkin from Etsy.

I rarely buy from Etsy, but 

this time I couldn't resist. 

Oh yeah, back to the story.

We heard the car drive away.

He left it at the door.

Me: "Now go get you some clothes on!"

(No seriously, he wasn't naked and

he wasn't dancing before the Lord either.)

Thank Chonda Pierce for the laugh!

Visit Becky's blog,

Timewashed

and order yours  today.

It was packaged so pretty!

She included a freebie,

two hand crafted tags.

It's the size of a medium pumpkin.

I am more than satisfied.

LOVE IT, LOVE IT, LOVE IT!

Do you like?

Visit 

Timewashed Etsy Shop

She's got some really great goodies.

Laughter Doeth Good Like Medicine, 

Bonnie:)

Anne, I'm Finding a New Normal Too!

I want to share with you, my friends

a recent post by Anne at 

Fiona  and Twig: A New Normal.

Click here to read her story.

Fiona and Twig

I was overwhelmed with compassion

and empathy because I can so relate

to all she is feeling.

I know what it's like to want to pull the covers 

over my head and stay in bed.

Comments on her blog have been turned off

but I somehow want to 

convey to Anne that I understand

what she is feeling.

Anne is an incredibly successful woman.

Her photographs are featured in 

magazines like Romantic Homes

and Flea Market Decor'.

However successful, none of us 

are without pain.

Losing her mom, she has sought

to find a new normal.

Success does not shield one from trouble.

None of us are exempt.

This lady right here taught me how to live,

how to love life,

how to act like a lady in public,

and how to act wild and crazy in our home. 

She taught me how to laugh.

Mama said, "Every day you need to have a good "belly" laugh."

Most of our laughs ended with puddles on the floor.

Most people would not consider that lady-like.

But mama was every bit a lady.

I lost her to dementia three years before she left.

She lost those tears of emotion. 

She lost the ability to feel, laugh or cry.

I just want Anne to know that I sympathize 

with her pain. 

There is not a day that goes by that I don't 

think of my mama and miss her.

When my grandchildren were born, 

I wanted to call Mama. 

When we got the news that my daughter 

was pregnant, my first thought was, 

"I need to call Mama."

Every time I'm sick I'm want my mama.

Don't we all?

When I'm incredibly lonely 

or ecstatically happy, 

I want to share it with my mama.

I feel like when I lost my mama

I lost my family.

I, too have had to find a new normal.

Thanks Anne, for sharing.

After four years, I am still missing my mama.

Bonnie:)