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Christmas Miracles

Christmas Eve I was wondering how I was the lucky one to pull the short straw and work two Christmas’ in a row. But without further thought, I decided I would make it a great day. My coworkers and I spent all day laughing, so much so I almost peed in my pants.

But as the day came to an end my heart was longing to leave work on time so I could join my family for dinner. And then the pager went off, it was my turn to take the admission.
Before he arrived to the floor, I set the PICU room up with some toys I thought a 7 year old boy would like. It was Christmas. And of course the patient would arrive 30 minutes before my shift ends. He saw the gifts and asked if those were for him. Yes, I answered. I could see his eyes light up. His dad pulled me to the side and asked who put the toys there. I honestly thought he was going to be upset. With fear in my voice, I told him it was me and I was ready to take the fall. He said, “the toys that you picked out for him was all the stuff that my son had on his Christmas list that I couldn’t get for him, how could you have known”. Looking down, I just blurted out, Jesus knew. As my eyes gazed up, I saw a half smile and a tear came trickling down the side of my face and as the queen of the socially awkward-I started stuttering and ran out of the room. It was a God moment.
It was destiny that we should meet, that our lives would intertwine. I still made it to our family dinner. And as I experienced what Christmas really means, someone somewhere was thinking of me, I crossed their heart, I crossed their mind.
I was shaking in awe of what my Jesus had done that I could not keep this to myself.
The next day I had the privilege of discharging him. As he turned and hugged me, I was thinking how Jesus knew all the pain he endured in his short life and prayed that God would guard his heart. He had his little arms wrapped around me, he looked up at me and said, “Sharon, I’m going to miss you, I love you”. Jesus sent a 7 year old boy into my life that day to show me more about the wonder of God. Jesus knew what he needed and He knows what I need. And though I may I never see him again, the memory of him will always remind me of that very tragic year that ended so beautifully.

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