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A Christmas Miracle
By Michelle R Kidwell Power In The Pen
Tuesday, December 17, 2002
" Sheís never going to walk. " The doctors told Mom when I was only eighteen months old
" You donít know Darla like I do. " Was Momís response to that.
" Sheís smart, sheís independent and she has a mind of her own, if she sets her heart to it, she will do anything, the only person whose going to tell me sheís never going to walk is the Lord himself. " Dad said.
The doctors didnít say anything without first thinking hard about what they were going to say.
Ten years had passed, and I still had not walked, Mom and Dad had faced the fact long ago that maybe the doctors had been right, I would never walk. After all I was nearly twelve and had not taken a step in my life.
" Maybe weíre pushing to hard. " Mom told Dad, but they werenít pushing to hard. It wasnít them doing the pushing though I was the one pushing myself.
" Mom donít worry, you arenít pushing me, someday I will walk, I believe that from the bottom of my heart, I believe it is the Lordís will. "
Mom leaned over and gave me a hug, and told me she loved me. It was the love of my parents, and more importantly the love of the Lord that gave me the Christmas miracle.
We were having breakfast on Christmas Morning, Mamaís homemade waffle, smothered in butter, straight from Auntieís farm, and maple syrup. It was a delicious breakfast, one that would be talked about for days after Christmas.
We had just left the table, and were getting ready to exchange gifts, when the miracle occurred. I sat still at first watching the smile as we exchanged gifts, but the greatest gifta gift straight from God, was given last.
I stood up for the first time in my life, and put one foot in front of the other, I was walking, a little awkwardly, and clumsily, but I was walking. I took a few steps and collapsed on the couch next to Mom and Dad who were crying tears of joy.
The doctors had been wrong, I would walk, not until I was twelve, because of a Christmas Miracle, a gift from God, I couldnít thank God enough for the gift I received on Jesus Christís birthday. A Christmas miracle that helped us see the true meaning of Christmas, the gift of Jesus Christ, sent to die for our sins, and heal the blind,the deaf, the paralyzed or those who needed spiritual healings.
© Michelle R Kidwell
Originally written in 1998 revised Dec.17.02
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|Reviewed by J Howard
|for me, of course the miracle was in the family believing...belief is the most important factor... in change..thanks for sharing-
|Reviewed by Lady Westerfield
|Michelle, very nice story. Something like that happened to my cousin's son whom everyone thought was autistic and wouldn't talk. One day he and his brother were jumping on the sofa and his brother fell off. He asked, "Are you okay?" and it was the first time my cousin and his wife ever heard him speak.|
|Reviewed by Karen Lynn Vidra, The Texas Tornado
|>tears < a heart touching write! thanks so much for sharing this! with much love, your friend, karen lynn. (((HUGS))) :)|