For the 2nd day of Christmas, a true story from Texas.
This story happened in the life of the wife of a a minister, when she was very young, to her parents.
A woman can't obtain a loan in Texas without her husband's signature. The husband must come in and sign. She told the bank 'if my husband could walk, he would not be in the hospital, he would be working and I would not have to borrow any money to pay the rent. The bank guy could not help her. That bleak December evening in 1971, as I drove away from the bank , I was angry. Don's illness, the money problems, sights and smells from the cotton gins, I wanted to be away from it all.
Since November, when Don injured his back, fear had been my enemy. But I was resolved to be the victor in that battle. On that night, hopelessness became fears' ally, and I had no ammunition for the battle. Four days before Christmas, we had no presents for our little girl Renee, not enough money to pay the rent, buy food, and no Christmas tree. So in the hospital room with him we sat without speaking for there was nothing to say.
Abruptly, the door burst open and in came our Sunday school class singing Christmas carols, smiling faces were a welcome sight. Then one of the members asked if he could pray for Don.
I was amazed by the love of God which showed through these people. After the prayer someone gave a card to us as he opened it a check for $150.00, fell out--just the same amount of money that I had tried to borrow from the bank.
Tears came, but I was embarrassed. How can we ever repay you I asked. The reply was... this is a gift from God, simply handed to you by man. Someday another will be in need, and you can pass the gift of Gods' love to them.
Hope you and I took the opportunity or can take the opportunity to pass the gift along.
HAPPY 2ND DAY OF CHRISTMAS.
Bless somebody today!