This is a good time of year for reflecting and for giving perhaps just an extra little bit of hope to anyone going through a difficult time. Two years ago, at Christmas, our son was in rehab and we celebrated the holiday in Oklahoma City with our pregnant daughter-in-law and grandson. Two years later, Grace has graduated from college and has a wonderful job, Steven is sober and discovering how hard it is to be the stay-at-home dad to their two sons, and daughter is due to be born any day. My point is that two years ago their future was so uncertain and I could barely see past the day we were living but today all is well and although the race will always be in progress, a lot of finish lines have already been crossed. No matter how dark the night, day does follow.
It’s Christmas Day and this family is experiencing miracles. Some of them are huge but in this post I’m going to focus on a fun miracle. And perhaps miracle is too much of a word. A few days ago I started reading a book called “When God Winks at You”. It’s a book about coincidences that can’t be explained. The point of the book is that every once in a while God reaches down and taps us on the shoulder, perhaps to remind us that life is not always in our control, perhaps to give us a nudge in a certain direction, perhaps to let us know that we are listened to and are not alone.
Sometimes He just wants to give us a hug.
This year, Judah, our three-year-old grandson, has been obsessed with firefighters. He was a firefighter for Halloween and when asked what he wanted for Christmas…
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