Blood drips from the face of a marble statue of Mary.  A country girl sees a vision of the Virgin in the morning mist.  A man is about to butter his toast and notices the face of Jesus.  We’ve all heard about these unexplained happenings.  Are they truly miracles or simply what we want to see?  The atheist would say they’re the result of an overactive imagination – if it isn’t supported by scientific evidence, it never happened.  Without faith, you don’t see miracles, but with it, miracles are everywhere.

It was a bleak December.  Snow covered the ground, but had been soiled by the salt on the road.  The skies held ominous clouds.  Another storm was on the horizon.  In my heart, December had always been a time of anticipation, but this year was different.

We were a young family just starting out.  Our children were age four and two.  We’d just purchased our first home, with help for the down payment from my husband’s grandma.  One income – a house in need of repair – two kids excited for Christmas – a bleak economy and barely enough in the bank to make the payments.

My husband spent his evenings in the basement, making a rocking horse for our daughter.  He also made an assortment of animals and cars for our son.  I’d been up in the wee hours of the morning, sewing clothes for them to wear on Christmas.  And now the snow was ready to burst through the clouds, making even the short trek to church difficult.

I poured myself another cup of coffee.  Woke my husband to get ready for work, dressed the kids and took a deep breath.  My prayer life at that time was less than active.  I blamed the busyness of motherhood for that.  God knew what I needed anyway, so why pray?  Besides it seemed selfish to pray for material things.

That morning, as the children played together and my husband left for work, I remembered Christmases of my own childhood – waiting until Christmas Eve to start trimming the tree, because dad said he could get a good deal on the last one in the lot.  I thought about cutting out cookies with my sister and mom and being covered up to our elbows in flour and sparkling sugar.  I pictured the Christmas Eve Service when we would don our new clothes and shoes and stand in front of the whole congregation, singing the story of Jesus’ birth.  Then we’d be handed a bag of hard candy, peanuts and fruit. I frankly don’t remember a single present I got during those years.  It was more about the kindness and joy of those around us.

There was a mortgage to pay.  We lived a couple hundred miles from our parents and couldn’t afford a trip back home. In the midst of  feeling sorry for myself, I asked God to make some wonderful memories for my children this Christmas.  I wanted them to feel the joy of the season and know how important it was to celebrate our Savior’s birth.  I wanted them to feel God’s presence in their life.  I wanted – I – I – I.  I was pouring out my own needs rather than those of my family.

That evening, as we sat down to dinner, my husband announced that he got a bonus that day.  Only two weeks prior, the boss told everyone there would be no bonuses. There was more good news.  A co-worker, who had a cattle ranch, left a package on the hood of Paul’s car. It contained enough frozen meat to keep us fed for half a year.  Talk about a miracle.

As we prayed for our meal that night, we thanked God for His blessing on our little family.  He indeed does answer prayer and He does so in miraculous ways.

“How quickly we forget God’s great deliverances in our lives. How easily we take for granted the miracles he performed in our past.”  David Wilkerson



About atimetoshare.me

As I reach the end of my years, I find I have a lot of good information stored up in this old decrepit mind of mine. If I don't write it all down, it may vanish and no one will have the advantage of my thoughts. This is why this blog exists. I love the Lord, Jesus with all my heart and soul. I know I'm undeserving of all He's done for me, but I also know that His love is beyond my comprehension. I've always wanted to write. I never kept diaries, but tucked my thoughts in my head for future reference. I use them now in creating stories, plays, poetry and my blog. I continue to learn every day. I believe the compilation of our time spent with God will have huge affect on the way we live. I know I'm a sinner and I need a Savior. I have One through Jesus, Christ. My book, "Stages - a memoir," is about the seven stages of life from the perspective of a woman. It addresses all the things girls and women go through in life as they travel it with Jesus, and it is available on Amazon.com.
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  1. Shivangi says:

    Amazing 🙏🏻

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  2. Wow, Kathy! What a beautiful testimony of God’s gracious provision and answered prayer!! 💜💜

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  3. Lander7 says:

    You stated — “That evening, as we sat down to dinner, my husband announced that he got a bonus that day. Only two weeks prior, the boss told everyone there would be no bonuses.”

    Q — If you are Buddist and this happens to you is it still a miracle?


    • atimetoshare.me says:

      I know very little about Buddism. I believe in the triune God. I also believe that miracles happen every day. We simply need to look for them. They aren’t coincidences, but truly gifts from the one true God.


      • Lander7 says:

        So do you believe that the “triune” God performed a miracle for those who are Buddist when they got a bonus in a time of need? I’m just curious.


      • atimetoshare.me says:

        I’m not quite sure where you’re going with this. I read various versions of the Bible including King James, NIV, and ESV translations. Scripture supports itself and that’s why I believe it was inspired by God. God loves everyone plain and simple. He gives us all the opportunity to share I. His grace


      • atimetoshare.me says:

        His grace is intended for all. When we receive that truth- sin no longer controls us. That doesn’t mean we will have a perfect life on earth, but we will after our death when we’ll share perfection with him in heaven.

        I don’t think miracles are reserved for one religious sect or another. God’s love and mercy are available to all people.


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