But last night, I tried again and low and behold, it let me load photos.
Here we are the day before Christmas and I have nothing ready to post. But as I finish up my last little bit of baking...I can't help but reflect on Christmas's past. So, I decided to repost one of my favorite Christmas stories of all. Wishing you all miracles this Christmas...
GRANDMA CAN'T WAIT FOR CHRISTMAS...
In 2006, as I sat in the chapel at Baptist Hospital in Pensacola, Florida just two days before Christmas, I couldn’t help but think about Grandma who passed away in 1998. She had been a nurse in this very hospital for twenty years . After my grandfather died in 1962, she went back to school and got her nursing degree. As a child, I was always so proud of my grandmother in her stark white uniform with the smart nursing cap on her beautiful hair. Later, her independence and self-sufficiency was an inspiration to me as I went off to college and later began my career.
I couldn’t help but wonder, however, what my grandmother might be feeling if she were with us at the hospital that day. My mother, Grandma’s oldest daughter, was having surgery to remove a very large, cancerous tumor that had developed in her abdomen. The doctor had assured us before the surgery that it would be a long, drawn out surgery as he was quite sure that the cancer would be wrapped up among my mother’s organs and that radiology and chemotherapy were quite likely a must. We were prepared for the worst but we prayed for complete healing. We also prayed for strength to handle whatever the outcome might be.
In the waiting room, there were at least 40 people who had come to show their love and support of my parents and to pray as my mother had surgery. My Grandmother would have found comfort in that support as I did but I can only imagine the anticipation and anxiety she would have felt just having to wait for the doctor to return. It would have been far worse than waiting for Christmas! We were all quite surprised when after only an hour and a half, the doctor was out and asked to speak with my father, brother and me. The doctor himself said he was quite surprised when they found that the tumor was not touching any organs at all. They were certain they removed it all and no radiation or chemo would be needed. It was, he said, a miracle!
We all knew that it was just that and we were all giddy with excitement! I know that Grandma never would have doubted that our God was able to save her daughter. And I bet she was in heaven asking God to give us our Christmas gift early… while all the family was together! Christmas was extra special that year as we celebrated two miracles: Jesus’s birth and my mother’s healing.
Wishing you PEACE and JOY during this season of miracles.