Do you believe in Christmas miracles?
I’ve been thinking a lot about miracles lately. Because I’m asking for one. And since it’s Christmas, the thought of a Christmas miracle dances in the forefront of my mind, all sparkly and tied up with a satin bow. If you know me at all, you know I’m a “glass half empty” kinda girl, so there’s no need to tell me that the odds of a sparkly Christmas miracle are not in my favor. I’m also pretty realistic. I know that sometimes when we pray and God answers, those answers are nothing like we expected. Nevertheless, I’m praying for one. A Christmas miracle. I’ve had a few in the past and one is persistently tugging at my heart this morning, may I share it with you?
One Christmas, a long time ago, I found myself alone. Or that’s how it felt, no husband and 3 little babies to care for. We were spending the holiday with my parents. This was the first time in my young life, I remember feeling completely and totally without hope. In the tender hours of the night my tiny 4 week old baby boy woke crying, as babies tend to do. I scooped him up and quietly left my 2 little girls sleeping on their make-shift beds in the floor. After changing him and warming a bottle I was drawn into the living room. Probably because the lights on the Christmas tree were accidentally left on.
The tree was positioned in front of a wall of windows. I found myself staring outside. The cold night was starless-black. I couldn’t see anything. Only darkness. A thought shot through me, bringing with it an irrational terror; the darkness of this night would swallow me if I stood in it for too long. There would be nothing left where I used to be…only the darkness. My breath became fast and shallow. I was actually hyperventilating, looking out into the darkness of that night. Trying to slow my breathing, I turned away from the windows and folded myself small in the corner of the couch.
Settling in, there in front of the hundreds of tiny lights on the Christmas tree, something happened. I breathed deep. Warmth spread through me as I traced circles on the chubby rosy cheek of my now sleeping baby boy. Something good was in the darkness. In the stillness and the quiet I was at this moment profoundly aware that the God Who made the universe was right here with me.
After awhile, I tip-toed back to bed peaceful. I’d experienced a Christmas miracle. It wasn’t sparkly and tied with a bow. It was a tiny pinpoint of light called hope that found it’s way through my starless night.
I was wondering…have you ever experienced a Christmas miracle? Do you need one? If you think of it say a prayer for me and be certain, I’m saying a prayer for each of you who visit me …