Back in 2007, I was given a Christmas miracle, or so I thought… I recounted the happenings to my family and friends in an email. Here is the story of my 2007 Christmas Miracle:
Christmas was amazing! It was filled with peace, joy, prayer, family and plenty of laughter. I couldn’t have asked for more, except maybe that my Christmas miracle would have actually happened. One night during the third week of Advent I was practically asleep before I climbed into bed. I woke up at one point worried that I had overslept my alarm. Concerned as I was about over-sleeping, I spent few moments debating whether or not I should sit up and look at the time. It always amazes me how my groggy, sleep-filled mind can rationalize just about anything for a few extra minutes of sleep. I finally sat up and peered across the room at the clock. I squinted and strained my eyes trying to make out the glowing green blob. I squinted again and thought something didn’t seem right. Then it registered. My eyes flew open. I could see the time – clearly. There was no need to squint. It’s a miracle, I thought! I can see! And I still have an hour before my alarm goes off! I’m going back to sleep. With a happy sigh, I curled up and dreamt about my miracle.
So much for that! When I finally got up (after jumping out of bed and running across the room to hit snooze a couple times) and was no longer under the influence of “sleep-rationale”, I realized that I had forgotten to take my contacts out the night before. Ah yes, my Christmas miracle that never was. Maybe God was trying to tell me I should get my eyes lasered. I know I don’t need to remind the Lord that I prefer the most economical route which would be the miracle not the surgery. Perhaps next Christmas…
Well, it didn’t happen last Christmas and I doubt it will happen this Christmas, but at least it was good for a laugh!
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