I love music.  I love to sing.  I cannot remember a time when I didn’t love music.  There was a time in my life that I thought music didn’t love me, but I have always been drawn to music.  For many years, music was my voice. I would speak my heart through music.  Music would help me tell my story.  Music has been and continues to be woven into the very fabric of my soul.

This past weekend some of my fellow music makers and I got together and did a few shows.  Guests were Larnelle Harris, Wayne Watson, the group 4Him, and Clay Crosse.  We hopped on a bus and traveled to Memphis, Birmingham and Little Rock.  What I expected was great music and song, I was not disappointed.  What I expected was stepping back into the ’80’s and early ’90’s and share much of the music we each sang during that time.  I was not disappointed.

What I didn’t expect was this overwhelming feeling of gratitude and thankfulness.  I mean, think about it.  We aren’t as young on the outside as we were in the ’80’s.  Some of the guys are grandparents.  Time has marched on and we marched on with it.

Some of us are still traveling the country, singing concerts, writing music, leading worship.  Some coach their son or daughter’s sports teams.  Some are taking care of their parents in the final season of their parents life.  Some of us have no regrets—many of us have regrets.  Not about the singing, but about the fact that we stopped singing THE song in our lives for awhile.

Last night as I was sharing the last part of the concert, I looked over at these ragamuffins–because face it, we are all ragamuffins–and I realized there has been a lot of life lived within the pages of our stories.  Stories that have from time to time woven together–stories that have gone off on their own for a while.  But nevertheless, much life has been lived in the years we have all been in the business.

And of all the songs we have sung, or the words we have written, or the people with whom we have shared, it comes back to the lyrics of the first song many of us ever learned.  The song, that in the midst of stormy seasons, still sings true.  The song, that in the midst of pain and darkness, still sings true.  The song, that in the midst of loss and disappointment, still sings true.

And it is THIS song that keeps us showing up every night to do what we do.  Not because we are great, but because HE is great.  And as long as I can sing from my heart, I will forever proclaim the truth I have found within my own soul.  The song that has been the constant truth in my life….

Jesus loves me, this I know

for the Bible tells me so

little ones to him belong

we are weak but He is strong

YES!  Jesus loves me

YES! Jesus loves me

YES! Jesus loves me

The Bible tells me so

Sandi is teaming up with Patsy Clairmont and hitting the road for the “Get Yer Happy On” Tour. Starting in March, they’ll be traveling to 19 cities across the country with a night full of wit, wisdom, songs and storytelling. There are a few more dates yet to be announced, but you’ll see some already listed on the tour page. For more information, visit http://www.getyerhappyon.com/

Mary was loyal and faithful to her son even to the cross.  She was one of the last ones to stand by his sides.  And some of Jesus’ last spoken thoughts were to his mother.  He wanted to make sure she would be cared for after he was physically gone.

Can you imagine all of the emotion of a lifetime she must have felt?  She was His mother to the very end…of is it the beginning.

My prayer and hope for you is that you have been challenged and encourages as you have journeyed through this Christmas story.  Perhaps you see yourself in one of the characters in the story.  Perhaps you have journeyed far in your life like the wise men, or you have diligently gone about your dailiness like the shepherds.  Perhaps you have related to Mary or to Joseph as you face the “Impossibleness of your life’s circumstances.

Be not afraid.  God is finding favor with you.  He calls us to come to the manger and meet the Christ Child—The Son of God.  He calls us to fall down and worship Him.  He calls us with the signs and wonders of His creation.  He calls us to offer ourselves as gifts.  He calls us to let Christ be born new and fresh in our hearts.  He calls you because He loves us.  Treasure these things in your heart.

“But Mary treasured up all these things and pondered them in her heart.”

This is my favorite verse in the entire Christmas story.  After all that had happened, after all that Mary had seen and experienced, she treasured this journey in her heart.

As a mother, I can so relate to this.  There is a bond, a connection that a mother and child share that is unique and different from all others.  Everyone has a mother.  Think about that.  Everyone!  The quality of the mother and child relationship can vary dramatically, but everyone has a mother.  Every year on my birthday, my mother calls me and says the very same thing.  She’ll say, “40 years ago, (or however old I am) my life became even more special.  I became a mom and you became my daughter.”  Every year, she gives me that beautiful gift in words.  She is saying to me—“I treasure you, my child.  I have seen your life blossom from childhood to womanhood and I am so proud!”

I have started a similar tradition with my own children.  It begins about a week before their birthday.  I will begin by saying, “12 years ago, (or however old they are) I was experiencing this or that.”  And on their birthday, I tell them the story of their birth, what they looked and sounded like when they saw the world for the first time.  How I felt when I held them for the first time.  How I loved them then and how I love them now…and I treasure these things in my heart.

“….and when they saw the star, they were overjoyed…they bowed down and worshipped him…and presented him with gifts…”

At the end of the wise men’s journey, they met Jesus.  It was he they sought and it was he they found.  They were overcome with joy and they knelt down and worshiped him.  Then, they offered him gifts.

Have you ever been so overcome with joy about some blessing you have received that you just had to do something?  Sing a song, jump for joy, give someone a hug, laugh or cry, or maybe all of the above.

I imagine God giving us blessings like parents give Christmas presents.  As parents, we plan, we plot, we surprise, we delight, and then we watch as the gifts are discovered.  We see the joy on our children’s faces.  We hear the squeals of laughter, and we are pleased.  It is music to our ears.  How much more does God delight in blessing His children?  He loves to surprise us and see the joy on our face.  It is music to His heart.

“And having been warned in a dream…”

These wise men were attuned to God at work all around them.  They listened to God in His creation as they followed the star, and they listened to that still, small voice (in a dream) that directed their path.

God is always at work in wonderful, mysterious, and marvelous ways.  We so often complain that God is not at work.  I offer this thought—God is always at work, it is us who are not listening.  To quote my friend, Max Lucado, “We are looking for the bonfire and miss the candle.  We listen for the roar and miss His whisper.”

She will be delivering her rendition of “The Star Spangled Banner”—for which she became nationally known during the 1986 re-dedication of the Statue of Liberty—on New Year’s Eve at the stroke of midnight. She will take the stage in New York City’s Times Square for FOX News Channel’s All American New Year’s Eve Special, which will also feature Big and Rich, Trace Adkins, the Broadway cast of Rock of Ages, Justin Bieber and Lady Gaga.

For more information about this special appearance, check out:

http://www.christianretailing.com/index.php/newsletter/latest-etailing/23554-sandi-patty-to-ring-in-the-new-year-in-times-square

“Magi-Wise Men-from the east came to Jerusalem and asked, ‘Where is the one who has been born King of the Jews?  We saw his star in the east and have come to worship him.’ ”

Wise men, intellectuals, philosophers, learned men from the EAST!  Red flag!  Eastern religious men—This can’t be—Eastern astrologers as central characters in the story of Jesus’ birth.  What is up with that?  This would completely freak out the “church” today.  So…what do we do with this info?

I love the authenticity of this.  Matthew reported the events as they happened.  What I love about these wise men is that wherever they came from, they were obviously seekers of truth, as any wise person would be.  As we diligently seek God’s truth, it will always lead us to Jesus.

“Let us go to Bethlehem and see this thing that has happened which the angel has told us about.”

Once again, we have people, going about their everyday.  The Lord reveals Himself and makes a great announcement.  The shepherds heard Him and moved into action.

What a challenge, once again, these words are to me.  To hear a word from the Lord, and then move out!!!  Start walkin’!!!  Put your feet to your faith.  The greater news is that He moves with us.  He goes before us, behind us, and walks beside us.

The shepherds couldn’t contain their joy as they began to share the good news with those they met.

“And the angel of the Lord came upon them, and the glory of the Lord shone ‘round about them…And suddenly there was with the angel a multitude of heavenly hosts…”

God has always been an advocate for the lowly and humble.  So, it is no surprise to me that the first big announcement of His Son’s birth was made to the shepherds.  In the stillness and quietness of the night as the shepherds were going about their routine, the greatest announcement of all time was made.  This was a celebration!  And the simple and humble shepherds got the first invitation.

Jesus spoke so often about the “last shall be first,” or “turning the other cheek,” “pray in your closet,” “Put other’s first.”  He elevated those actions that the world would see as lowly.  He was always a champion for the simple and lowly.

Be encouraged.  God continues to reveal Himself in our daily days—in our routine.  He is there in the quiet of our night—inviting us to come celebrate the birth of the king.