As we count down the days to Christmas, I am delighted to hear of two different Christmas miracles. I think news of miracles needs to be shared, always.
My friend Danny's wife was in the hospital with a serious illness this last fall, and he had no insurance to pay the bill. He called the hospital to see if he could work out a payment plan, and was told there was no charge. The doctors donated their services and the hospital forgave the rest of the debt. Danny helped me tremendously with Alesia's adoption and he is a true soldier of Christ, so I was thrilled to hear this.
This lady who writes a blog asked her readers to help provide Christmas gift cards to some families in need, and got an overwhelming response.
Wow.
Miracles happen every day.
A miracle was what I asked for years ago, when I felt like my heart would never heal if I didn't have a family of my own. As a result, God sent me two children that are living miracles, to me. My heart is healed from all the heartbreaks I suffered from too many failed relationships. I am at peace.
So I am cognizant of miracles. I think of them as a sort of Godly magic.
I asked God for months to help me be able to have a job where I could support my family AND get to write, and that miracle is manifesting itself. I am doing a job I truly enjoy, and we are getting by financially.
I think a lot of Christians are reluctant to ask for miracles, thinking it's rather arrogant. I don't think that way. I wonder sometimes how on earth God can accomplish what I ask, but he always does it.
Example: I thought the only way to truly have a "family of my own" was to get married and produce babies biologically. I was flat wrong. God showed me that - after I asked for a "miracle" - a family.
As recently as a few weeks ago, I was wondering how I was ever going to be able to afford any Christmas presents for my kids. Well, I have them, under the tree. I won't go into the details, but I didn't rob a bank or get a handout.
We've had a fairly hectic day, between making a cake and delivering it, and getting everyone to the grocery store, and reminding Michael to feed and walk our neighbors' dogs twice.
Tonight, I sat down to watch The Nativity Story with Michael. He has never seen this story of Jesus, and he is fascinated by it. When we turned it off to come upstairs he said enthusiastically "That's a great story!" I laughed and said "It's THE greatest story, Mike, the most important story in the world." We didn't quite finish the movie and I wanted him to experience it without me pushing too hard.
Just trying, step by step, to build the foundations of faith in him.
What a miracle that my child, born in dire poverty in a remote corner of the world now has a loving family in one of the wealthiest countries in the world??
Miracles happen every day.
