Christmas Miracle
January 17, 2010
What? A Christmas miracle, you say? Shouldn’t this have been posted a few weeks ago? Well, yes, but you know how sometimes things happen, and you don’t really focus on it until a while later? That’s what happened to me. December was a very hard month for me. Both my daughter and my mother had 2-3 surgeries each since July, and I had numerous doctor’s visits for myself. I had sleep studies, and an MRI, and a neurological test. I was busy, to say the least. Then when the first of January came around, noises are starting to surface that I may not have a job in a few months. I don’t know that for certain, but of course, it has me terribly worried. I haven’t worked in an office in 6 years, and I’m not so sure that employers are willing to hire a 47 year old single mom of a special needs child. It’s not looking good. So in January, I was reading everybody’s hopeful posts about what a great year 2010 was going to be, and the good things going on in their lives, and I was still in a very bad “bah humbug” mood. I had no interest in posting anything, or focusing on anything good.
Until, one morning, I woke up and it dawned on me that I had had a Christmas miracle. In 2008, my dentist discovered that I had a small growth on my tongue and had referred me to an oral surgeon. The appointment was several months later, and by that time, the growth had disappeared. The surgeon examined me and said he didn’t see anything, but that sometimes happens. It was very common, and if it returned to come back and he would remove it. Well, it came back, sometime around September or October, I think. By Christmas, it had gotten a little bigger, not huge, but large enough that it was getting irritated by chewing food. During the last two weeks before Christmas, I was taking care of my mother after her last surgery, and I was taking her out to eat a lot, so I was eating a lot more than I normally do. Neither one of us felt up to doing anything special for Christmas dinner, so we found the Huddle House on Christmas night and had supper there. I have to tell you, I was at the point where I almost could not eat because the place on my tongue was so sore, but I persevered eating my beef steak because I knew that was all I was going to get.
It wasn’t until a few days later that I realized that my mouth was no longer sore. I rushed to the mirror to check it out, and sure enough, the growth was GONE. I couldn’t believe it. It took me a few minutes to think about when was the last time I had felt soreness, and it was Christmas night. You know, I really hadn’t been praying about it because it was the least of my concerns. The surgeon had felt confident that it was not cancerous, that it was very common, and there was no rush to have it removed. In fact, I was scheduled for the surgery during December, but decided to cancel due to my daughter’s and my mother’s surgeries.
God answers prayer in mysterious ways. I’m still struggling with seeing a bright future for 2010, but I’m getting there.
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