Christmas comes, whether we’re ready or not.
Hello, Thursday Morning readers! I hope the speedy approach of the holiday hasn’t frazzled you. If so, may the “peace of God, which surpasses all understanding, …guard your hearts and your minds in Christ Jesus.” – Philippians 4:7
This holiday season has been a struggle in our family. After a long illness and some heart issues, we thought Mom was no longer able to remain on her own. I was going to care for her. I made myself willing and available, even if it meant I had to pause my work.
Love sometimes requires sacrifices and hers would be as great as mine. Since Dad died, she has wanted to remain independent and she has, to a large degree. But with the decline of her health, we had come to realize she could no longer remain in her small second-story apartment. Alone.
I wasn’t ready for any of this. I was busily dashing to and fro, chasing that perfect gift for each name on my list.
But Christmas comes, ready or not.
If the list was never finished, my family would understand. Some changes are not to be missed. I had a feeling this would be one of them.
But something happened to interrupt our best-laid plans—something completely unexpected.
I was on my way to my weekly bookkeeping job, where I intended to turn in my letter of resignation. But, my heart wasn’t in it. That still, small voice was whispering and I felt uneasy, as though something was off, but what? So, I prayed, “Father, if this is not right, make it plain to me. Help me do the right thing.”
I had just pulled in to the bank to make my client’s weekly deposit when the phone rang. My brother was on the phone. He’d just taken Mom for her weekly doctor visit when he was going to ask the doctor about moving her. But, he didn’t end up asking, because her heart rate had normalized. She was showing signs of renewed strength, and the infection she’d suffered for almost three months was finally responding well to the daily IV antibiotics.
Because of this new development, my brother felt that it would be best to let her remain where she is.
. . . [Pause to Breathe].
God had delivered a miracle to us. He had healed her most dire health issues and strengthened her will.
We are still guardedly watching her, but for now, she’s rejoicing and feels that this is the best Christmas gift anyone could give her. A Christmas Miracle.
2 thoughts on “When Christmas Comes”
That’s so wonderful!
I know! Thanks for stopping by!
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