Last night I sat on the couch aside the Christmas tree admiring the lights on this magical object that is adorned in our living room. We had just finished reading the "Forgotten Carols" children's book and I was reminded of Christmas miracles that come and go each year.
As I looked up at our tree I reflected on all of the ornaments, each with its own story. My eyes fell upon the different faces of my son as he has grown over the years. We have ornaments from preschool and throughout elementary school, toothless smiles and hand-colored frames. My eyes took me to the top of the tree where hangs the ornament that we made last year with a picture of him running cross country in Jr High. My heart began to break as I wondered if I would ever see that again. I wanted to turn back the clock! I got up and moved to the larger of the two couches and had him come and sit next to me. I held him. It feels so different to hold him now. The once very bony child is no longer bony. His body is a body that is now the direct effect of what prednisone does to one's self.
I then reflected of his life and the life of Him who gave us life. I am so grateful to a loving Heavenly Father who has allowed me to be the mother of a very special young man and a very special young lady. I am so blessed to be their mother. They both have health trials. It is hard for them, yet they both love outside of themselves and I am better because of it.
So at this season of gifts, and trees, and family and love, I honor Him whom we celebrate and praise God for the Miracles of Christmas in my home.
