In a recent post I talked about an acquaintance of mine who was coldly told by her doctor she may have lung cancer. I saw her Saturday and she was all smiles. Her son talked her into getting a second opinion and after extensive testing the diagnosis is not cancer. But what she told me next filled me with the spirit of Christmas that I can't get in a box.
She told me that when she was first told of the diagnosis, she began to pray every day. And every day that she prayed she felt a hand on the area where the doctors thought the cancer was.
All I could do was embrace her. She had been given a Christmas miracle. And so was I.