One Christmas a few years back I was having a difficult time of it. We had to place Mom in a nursing home because it became impossible for her to care for herself any longer.
Christmas has always been a special time for me. I love having holiday dinners and decorating my home with glittering tree and complete Christmas Village accessories. I also feel a sense of hope for a brighter tomorrow because of the promise of the Christ child.
But this year had too many sorrows choking out the Christmas message. As the days neared toward Christmas I prayed that God would send an angel to comfort me, just like the angel that announced the birth of Jesus to Mary and calmed her fears about her impending future.
Christmas day finally arrived and I felt just as alone. We planned to take Christmas dinner to the home and eat it with Mom so she wouldnít be alone. I packed up my car with food and presents and tried to put a smile on my face for Momís sake.
Dinner was uneventful; we ate quietly, keeping watch over Mom to make sure she ate her dinner.
After we finished eating, we passed out the presents. My sister handed a beautifully wrapped box to me. The box was so beautiful I hated to tear into it, but tear into I did to find a glass sculpted angel on the base of a tiny lamp. I was speechless.
I told my sister the story about my prayer for an angel and we smiled to think that God sent one to me in the form of a tiny lamp.
That night I took the angel -lamp out of the box and placed it on my nightstand. As I gathered up the wrappings, I felt a bulge in one of the papers. I unraveled it to find a tiny nightlight with an angel attached to it. I didnít know what to think because my sister did not mention another item would be in the box.
I quickly called my sister and told her what I had found and she was surprised, stating she had only purchased the lamp.
That night and every night since that Christmas the angel nightlight cuts through the darkness of the night, reminding me that God does answer prayers in unexpected and wonderful ways.
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