I've grown up watching Hallmark Christmas movies and enjoying how they made me laugh and cry. As I got older, I began to despise the stories. Predictable, unrealistic, sappy. Lives intertwine right around around Christmas time. Kids repair broken marriages. Letters mend hearts. Timing always works out. "Christmas Miracles" never seemed real or probable because of those movies.
My foster sister left our home 9 months ago. For the last 6 months she has been almost completely out of touch. I've only seen her once. I never expected to see her again. She was gone. We weren't her home anymore.
Two weeks ago, I was driving into the parking lot of a funeral. A friend of mine got hit by a car crossing the street after youth group the week before. I was sad, but then all of a sudden, I get a text from my mom. "B is coming here tonight!"
I was so excited, happy, sad, and confused all at the same time. What was I supposed to feel? What was I supposed to do? Who do I tell? Should I cry? Should I smile?
She came home. The judge decided to let her stay for at least 3 months. She would be here for Christmas.
None of this should have happened. God did something I don't understand. As much as "Christmas Miracle" sounds fake, that's the only way to describe what happened. Today, I sit with my four year old little sister, and she was the only thing on my Christmas list. Christmas miracles happen because God is real. That's the most important to remember.
This is so encouraging, Alyson, thank you! God is great in every way. :)
ReplyDeleteTW Wright
Keep Christ in Christmas!
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