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On Miracles

I always think of Christmas as a time for miracles. I anticipate them, expecting that something wonderful just might happen, something that can only be explained by God – which is, after all, the very definition of a miracle. I have been praying for miracles all year, well actually, long before this year. But as the year went by, more and more things have gone contrary to my prayers. This has been difficult because I know that the things I was praying for were good. And I kno


Every time I phone home, Dad asks if I’m coming home tomorrow. I realize this is mostly the result of the trauma, but there is also something wrong with me being so far away. It’s as though I am supposed to be home. And so, patiently, he waits for me to come. Although the reality is that he has no control of the situation, and his only option is to wait. Advent has been a more difficult season than usual this year. It is supposed to be a season of waiting, but also one of ant

Waiting for Christmas

For as long as I can remember, I have always loved Christmas. It’s not just the day itself, but the entire season. There is something about the lights and the smells, the music and the joy – and hope. Somehow, every time December comes around, I find it a little easier to believe. I anticipate miracles. I find wonder in things that may seem small and insignificant. And while I am fully aware of how odd it is that I feel this way, it happens every year. With the coming of Chri