About three years ago I started a new Christmas tradition. My grandchildren are all living in other states because my sons serve in the US Navy. It is hard to share things with your grandchildren that have meaning with 1,300 miles between you.
For many years I was a single mother. When I say single I mean the ONLY parent in two boys lives. My dad passed away when I was 27 and my oldest son was 10 and my youngest was 4. My dad was the only good constant male model my oldest ever knew. My mom was still living but she was lost without my dad. She had a horrible childhood and my dad met her when she was 19 and married her within the first month. He was the only person good in her life and so she went off the deep end which left me completely on my own with two boys counting on me.
I should have already been grown up (but always had in the back of my mind my daddy would always toss me a few dollars when I needed it-which he did and without me asking, he simply just knew).
I am simply saying I had my share of hard times and it was usually due to poor choices and not really knowing the Lord. This was about the time I learned to not only lean on a God I did not really know but also got to know Him.
When you do not have anything and no where to turn you have two choices….continue falling and taking my kids no where fast or look up and cling to God, my true Father.
BACK TO NOW
God blessed me and my boys so much through every little bad time even when they felt scary and overwhelming. I want to pass that on now that my oldest is 30 and not 10 I have seen Gods grace and mercy and blessings.
I was never a mom who put her kids on an angel tree or asked for any help. We had what we had. We were budgeted to the last dollar. One gallon of milk had to last all week because there was no more. My kids did not get great presents at Christmas and were excited to open up new socks.
I do give at work for families who are on angel trees and food banks but my personal thing is for families as I was. Nothing wrong with angel trees but I always thought that was for people who were really in need. We had beans and potatoes for food and had a roof over our head and therefore were not in need.
I get Christmas cards, 2 or 3 for me and one for my granddaughter. I put a written note inside the card (obviously I don’t know their need). I pray God gives me the right scripture to put in the card AND put cash in the card. I go out to a Wal-Mart or something on the Friday before Christmas. I chose that day because when I was a struggling mom I might have to take a few dollars from that final paycheck before Christmas to buy that one little thing my child will get or something for your meal to make it feel a little more special than the normal brown beans. My granddaughter takes hers out and finds that special person the Holy Spirit sends her way and I take mine out. This year I was able to put $100.00 in each card. I wrote in the card if they don’t need the money then pass it to someone who does but that the scripture written in the card is a word from God to them. I know no matter if it is the money or God’s word or simply seeing someone do something kind in this selfish mean world that God is meeting their need. I know when God shows me the person to give it to and sometimes it takes a little searching but when I know I know.
In my past that would have been huge if someone walked up to me and simply said Merry Christmas and handed me a card and then walked away. I would have no doubt known the…$ and the verse…God’s word were message from Him and delivered from a stranger with no strings attached! I LOVE IT….it is simply the highlight of my Christmas every year!
God bless you and your family!