Little Christmas Miracles
Originally posted December 17, 2009. Making a couple of corrections here. So much has happened since then. This one doesn't mention the band, but ever since September of that year when I first heard the song released, it was always in the back of my mind reminding me of the truth of this verse at the bottom of this entry.
December 17, 2009
As Christmas approaches, I wonder how many people need a holiday miracle right now. I know my husband, Ray, and I experienced at least a couple while he was here.
The first one occurred in 1994. We lived in Davis at that time. After a grueling week at work, my dear husband made a little, uh, I mean a big, grave error in judgment. I guess leaving an F-bomb on a voicemail constitutes a grave error. To this day, I wonder why he didn't call me—no matter how late—to vent his frustration before committing such an insane act! Anyway, it brought swift, devastating consequences as expected. At the time, I held a job that eventually fell through in November and hadn't paid much anyway. By Christmas, we literally had zero. Being an admitted perfectionist control freak who always demanded a lot of myself, and maybe by extension expected a lot of others, I naturally panicked.
Then several events happened. First, a lady from church learned of our plight and gave us a small amount via someone else. (Iwasn't supposed to find out her identity, but somehow I did.) Then, while Ray went out to see if a store was open, he found some more in the parking lot under a car tire. He came back to get me so we could go out and find some kind of Christmas snack, if you will. Lo and behold, he saw what looked like a leaf at first, but upon closer inspection, it proved to be a dollar. So we praised God and went to what was then ....Lyons.... for a snack. (Corn fritters were pretty inexpensive!) We even had enough left over later to bring something to a couple whose daughter had run away and be an encouragement to them.
The second Christmas miracle happened in 1996 after a similar job loss in October. This loss, however, didn't result from any crazy action. To protect anyone who could come across this from that time, I'll spare the details. Let's just say that this situation probably presented Lesson #1 in counting the heavy cost and standing up for what's right. As financial disaster once again loomed, I questioned whether we'd really acted in God's will. Then—I think on December 21—our doorbell rang and another group from our church presented us with 2 gift cards, making it possible to buy groceries for Christmas!
Those are only two specific events. Over the next ten years, we would experience numerous ups and downs. Ray landed a really great job but then lost it after four years, which really sent him into a tailspin. By the time all was said and done, we lost our car and ultimately our residence! But God never left us. People came through with rent, help moving, places to stay, etc. We then found the current place where I now reside. He then found another job, which he held by tooth and nail for two years, even though diabetes took its toll on him.
When I eventually lost Ray, people came through in similar fashion, helping me clean, giving me a place to stay for several months because I simply couldn't face being back home, thinking for me when I couldn't think past the next second. It's the second Christmas without him now; yet it still feels like the first because his passing happened so close to December. But when I remember how God always pulled us through, I find hard-won joy. Looking at some things in the future, I'm guessing there may be more handwriting on the wall. Who knows? But whatever comes, I know God has provided an excellent training ground. I know one thing, and it's my theme:
For I am persuaded, that neither death, nor life, nor angels, nor principalities, nor powers, nor things present, nor things to come, Nor height, nor depth, nor any other creature, shall be able to separate us from the love of God, which is in Christ Jesus our Lord. Romans 8:38-39