Writing unto HIM

Writing unto HIM A southern mama, teacher, and wife that does not have it all figured out...but knows the one who does

My mom has had the same pre lit Christmas tree for years now. The first year she bought it, all of the lights worked. Fo...
12/14/2025

My mom has had the same pre lit Christmas tree for years now.

The first year she bought it, all of the lights worked.

For the first few years even, all of the lights would shine.

But with each passing year, it seems as if another section of the tree’s lights have gone out.

Today in kids church, I was teaching on Christmas lights and how Jesus is the light of the world- John 8:12.

I started telling the kids how even though we are in Christ and we have our light plugged in to the source of Jesus, darkness can still creep into areas of our lives.

And then the Holy Spirit spoke to me about my mom’s tree.

It’s like our life with Jesus. The first few seasons, all of the lights are shining. but then over time, one section burns out and leaves a dark space.

If we aren’t careful, overtime, and left untreated, the darkness will spread and all of the lights will burn out.

And you know the crazy thing about Christmas lights? One bad bulb causes the whole strand of lights to go out. The darkness comes with just one bulb, but it covers an entire section.

The beautiful thing is that my mom didnt throw out the whole tree. She put a new strand of lights on the section that had burned out. She covered the darkness with lights that shine.

And that’s what Jesus does for us. He covers our dark places with his light and in him there is no darkness.

We are human. We burn out. But in Him we are made new again.

Let the Lord cover you this Christmas. Let him renew you and light up your life. You are worth keeping here and Jesus can make us new.

No one told me about the Decembers. About the first Ga game of the season with one less fan. The first deer my brother k...
12/13/2025

No one told me about the Decembers.

About the first Ga game of the season with one less fan.

The first deer my brother killed and he wasn’t there waiting to help clean it.

When I drive his truck.

When the absence of the house phone ringing is a reminder of the absence of him.

Those moments after work that you don’t share with anyone- and while walking past his bedroom you just run your hand down the dresser, lay your head on the pillow, or stick your face in the closet to make sure it still smells like him.

I knew his birthday was coming.

I knew I would feel orphaned on Fathers Day, but I wasnt prepared. For this.

For December.

For the realization that the last year that I had him is ending, and the year that I am entering, he will not be in.

The chair is empty,but the throne is occupied.Your voice is absent,but the angelic choir is singing.The light here has d...
11/27/2025

The chair is empty,
but the throne is occupied.

Your voice is absent,
but the angelic choir is singing.

The light here has dimmed,
but the light there surrounds you, warmer and brighter than anything we’ve ever seen.

We worship and give thanks down here,
while you’re praising at His feet, finally seeing the face we’ve only learned to trust by faith.

I long for you in ways words can’t hold,
but you lack for nothing now.

One day, we will all become the empty chair.
But what matters, what truly lasts, is how we live while our seat is still warm.

Because when our turn comes, I pray we too will rise from our chair
and find ourselves standing in the presence of the One who fills every empty place.

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Jackson, GA

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