A Christmas miracle . . . really? We see it in most Christmas movies, hear it in the songs of the season, listen to radio hosts share inspiring stories, but do we ever get to experience it personally? I have.
During the last two years ~ Christmas was hard for our family. We were on an unending roller coaster of stress and grief. And to be honest, most days I was not in a good place. I felt isolated from God.
And God decided that I needed a Christmas Miracle . . .
It was Christmas Eve (2009). I was about 28 weeks pregnant with Amelia and trying to come to terms with planning her funeral before her birth. Thinking about Santa was not even on my radar, as my oldest asked if it was alright to write Old St. Nick a letter asking for very specific gifts ~ gifts that I didn’t buy!
I felt like the worst mom in the world. I had shopped, but not with the usual careful planning and flare of a carefree mother. I was anything but. My focus was on trying to understand what we were dealing with. All of my energy was put into coming to terms with being pregnant with a daughter that I may never see alive. I had a new understanding of what Mary must have been feeling as she watched Jesus be taken and killed. Because that is what I had ~ a death sentence for Amelia.
I was not in the land of Merry Christmas with the rest of the world. There was no carefree laughter . . . no joy to the world going on at our house. And as I watched my children write letters of thanks to Santa for what they were grateful for and certain that they would be given . . . my heart sank a little bit more. I just knew that my kids were going to be disappointed Christmas morning. But from my perspective, if Santa let them down, it was probably good practice for the reality that we would all soon be facing. The reality of death.
After putting the kids to bed that night, I went to the front door to turn off the porch lights and was suddenly frozen to the floor. There, on the other side of the door, were two giant shadows.
As I looked out the window, I realized there were gigantic bags on my porch. Bags full of presents that some amazing Santa like person left.
So, we did what anybody would do. We opened the door, looked up and down the street to see if we could find the glorious gift-er and then we praised God as we put the presents under the tree for the next morning.
It was beyond amazing, it was miraculous! . . . some of the very SPECIFIC toys that my children had requested, merely hours earlier ~ were unwrapped by three overjoyed children that Christmas morning. We sat in awe and just cried as one by one, the presents were revealed to be EXACTLY what they each asked for.
The way I see it ~ Jesus was directing it all! He spoke to the heart of the person(s) who shopped for us before my children even asked for one gift. A strangers heart was open enough to hear God’s call and to specifically answer it. It may not have seemed like a big deal to the person(s) who thought that they were picking and choosing gifts for a family in need as they walked the aisles of Target and Toys R Us, but it was! Each gift that was selected was a whisper from God, put on this person’s heart!
He spoke to to my children as they wrote their letters to Santa, knowing what it would mean for us the next morning as we witnessed our carpet being littered with the precious gifts.
He spoke to Steven and I as we were about to discourage our children from writing their letters, and explain to them that it would be too late for Santa to get them on Christmas Eve.
You see, the miracle was that we all listened and obeyed.
I share this story with you because it has taught me to listen to God’s whisper. When my conscious wants to second guess that voice, I try and remember our Christmas Miracle and obey instead.
As this Christmas quickly approaches, I hope that you are more willing to listen to God’s voice and obey. Even if it seems insignificant in the moment. . . your obedience could mean confirmation for someone in doubt, love for someone who feels unlovable, a light in someone’s darkness, hope for someone who is lost, or maybe even a Christmas Miracle!