For so many reasons, this is my best Christmas. I have been healed from a terrible fall and broken wrist which needed surgery and a metal plate. I didn't hurt my back or neck. I am not paralyzed. I can see the blessing of protection and constant care that my Father has provided each and every day.
I mean, how many people injured in the middle of the forest get taken
to a hospital miles away by 2 complete strangers?
I did.
Who gets to open their front door to a stranger and have that stranger offer
to pray for their hand to be healed?
I did.
Who has a sweet French neighbor like Marie, a watercolor artist, who brings to the door, hot, homemade quiche, stuffed artichokes with béchamel sauce, chicken pot pie, potato leek soup, salad Niciose, and ratatoulli because cooking with a cast isn't possible?
I did.
Who gets stopped by a stranger walking in the park with encouraging words...
"I broke my wrist too. Don't worry. You'll heal. I did. Look my scar is barely visible."
I did. That happened to me.
So here it is. My best Christmas ever.
I can use my hand to make cards and banners and dinners and garland for parties.
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