This past weekend was a whirlwind of activity, with many family members coming together to celebrate my dad’s upcoming 80th birthday. The plans to leave on Sunday were delayed because of snow and so we got to enjoy a couple of extra days with our daughter and our granddaughters.

While the men were out busy removing snow (part of our responsibility as landscapers), the women were at my house with ten of my eleven grandkids for much of that time. (We were missing that eleventh!)

It was a crazy, loud, and exhausting time. But it was also a wonderful, amazing time. What grandmother doesn’t love having her grandchildren together, watching them have fun and build memories together?

On Tuesday, as I walked into my house after dropping my daughter and her girls off at the airport, I sighed. It was just so…quiet.

As I cleaned up later, I spotted three little foam snowmen, leftover from the weekend. They sat there on the side of a little out-of-the-way table that was filled with other things.

I gently lifted them up and carried them out to my kitchen window and gave them a place of honor. They are a beautiful memory from a special weekend.

One of the things I can never get quite used to at this stage of my life is the “feast or famine” lifestyle. I go from crazy and loud to calm and silent in just a moment.

Back when it began, I really struggled. Sometimes I still do, like this past week. I feel so lonely when everyone goes home. It was extra hard this week, as my husband had to be out most evenings because the snow was deep enough to demand hauling out of tight areas and meant extra work for him that had to be done after places were closed. That meant I spent most evenings alone.

Those evenings got so long. But God has been teaching me this week (and, honestly, for a long time now) to appreciate the wonderful things about the crazy and the wonderful things about the calm.

Both are good. He has me in a place where I jump back and forth between them. This is where I am in my life right now. And it is okay.

This is such a small thing but, even in this, I need to practice leaning into the sovereignty of God. This is where God has me right here and right now. Being frustrated or sad or disappointed doesn’t do anything to change my circumstances.

With acceptance comes peace. It’s the only way to experience the joy and peace promised us as God’s beloved children.

For a long, long time, I just wanted to go back to my “mom” days. I loved being a mom. It was all I ever wanted to be. Now I get to enjoy being a grandma. But the adjustment took a long, long time. Occasionally, I still miss those busy mom days. But now, a few years out, I have learned to appreciate the quiet, as well. I have adjusted to the change in my life. It’s really amazing how we do adjust.

For you, leaning into God’s sovereignty is about something totally different. And perhaps much more life-altering. We struggle because we aren’t where we wanted to be. We aren’t where we thought we would be. We all have those areas of our lives. Many that we never talk about. And certainly don’t announce publicly.

Probably for all of us, God’s sovereignty can be hard to grasp when we ponder life’s biggest questions. We don’t really care for its implications. It makes us uncomfortable.

I am reading J.C. Ryle’s “Expository Thoughts on Luke” and in it this past week, he wrote about God’s Sovereignty. I want to share what he wrote here with you—

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Let us settle it in our minds that whether we like it or not, the sovereignty of God is a doctrine clearly revealed in the Bible, and a fact clearly to be seen in the world. Upon no other principle can we ever explain why some members of a family are converted and others live and die in sin, or why some quarters of the earth are enlightened by Christianity and others remain buried in heathenism. One account alone can be given of all this. All is ordered by the sovereign hand of God!

Let us pray for humility in respect to this deep teaching. Let us never doubt that at the last day the whole world shall be convinced that He who now does not give an account of all His doings has done all things well!

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God’s sovereignty is woven throughout all of the details of life. The big details of governments and world news down to the tiniest details of our lives.

A humble soul recognizes this and accepts it (although it can be a process to get there…).

The other day at my dad’s birthday party, I had a conversation with my uncle, who has been battling cancer. When I asked how he was doing, the first thing he said to me was how much God had changed him through it and he thanks God for it.

I immediately thought of Romans 8:28— And we know that all things work together for good to them that love God, to them who are the called according to his purpose.

The one thing we know…the one thing we can be certain of…is that if we love God, then He will make sure every trial in our life is not wasted. All things will work together for good if we love Him.

This is not a promise to unbelievers. This is a promise to us—those who are redeemed children of God. And we can trust Him. But we first need to accept our circumstances and lean into His sovereignty.

I know my example above is so paltry and so very minor when compared to some of the trials you, my readers, are going through right at this moment. “Leaning in” may seem impossible for you right now. I encourage you to take the baby steps towards God in this time. If you can’t even pray then, as the father of the child cried out in Mark 9:24, cry out to God and ask Him to help your unbelief. He will answer.

Like I recently told a friend—I may need you to tell me the same thing sometime. I may be going through something and have lost sight of the truth. It happens to most of us at some point.

We need to gently and lovingly remind people of the truth of God’s Word. God has given us each other to encourage, lift up, and pray for one another. A true blessing.

For all of us, may we practice leaning into God’s sovereignty in the small and mundane circumstances of life so that we are more prepared when the bigger trials come.

We live in a fallen, sinful world. Many trials come for many different reasons. We can’t know God’s reasons nor His timing.

What we can know is that He loves us and that where we are right now is no accident, but, rather, sovereignly ordained by Him. And He will use whatever we are going through, whether big or small, for our good and His glory.

Today I present the final installment for this year’s Christmas story. Each year, I find myself wondering if I should continue this tradition here on the blog and each year, at the end of December, I am so glad I did. I so enjoy creating these little stories that remind us of God’s faithfulness and working in our lives. If you enjoyed reading this year’s story, could you let me know? And if you have any ideas for future stories, I’d welcome them. I hope you had a wonderful Christmas and enjoy a wonderful holiday week ahead!

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     Christmas morning dawned bright and sunny. During the night a fresh coating of snow had fallen and June, looking out the window as breakfast was being prepared, noticed that the sunshine made the snow glisten like diamonds. As she sat there staring at the world outside, she thought about the past few weeks and how fun they had been. Whenever she thought about the little cabin in the woods, she shuddered to think about returning there. When would they have to go back? Her little mind didn’t rest there for long as her eyes moved back inside when Joey coughed and she spotted all of those wonderful, colorful presents under the tree.
     Joey, sitting on the sofa, was not as affected by the gifts. Oh, he did find himself a bit excited to open gifts. They didn’t usually get any at Christmastime. But even the special treat of actually opening gifts on Christmas didn’t remove the awful burden of how he and his sister were going to survive when they moved back to the cabin.
     Both children were completely unaware, as children usually are, that Martin and Linda had vowed to care for them—whether it was official or unofficial. At least until their mother showed back up. The children were no longer alone. They just didn’t know it yet, because they wanted to tell them on this morning. Christmas morning. And, oh, how they wanted it to be official when they told them. But it didn’t look like that was going to happen.
     Martin had searched the surrounding villages high and low for the children’s mother, to no avail. All inquiries were dead ends, leading to nowhere. They had not given up but they had nothing to announce today.
     Martin had run down to the store to check something before breakfast and when his steps sounded on the staircase, Linda wiped her hands on her apron and came to the door of the living room to announce breakfast. The four gathered around the kitchen table and said grace before diving into a special breakfast of scrambled eggs, thick slices of bacon, golden pancakes, and Linda’s special baked cinnamon apples.
     Linda noticed a certain twinkle in Martin’s eye after he came back upstairs and gave him a questioning glance. He just ignored her as he heartily ate his breakfast and talked with the children.
     After breakfast, they went into the living room to open gifts. The next hour was spent oohing and aahing over all the wonderful treats and special items that had been chosen for the children. Fragrant oranges and sweet peppermints were in the stocking that they shared— a stocking that had been carefully packed away for five years and had the initial “R” on it.
     They opened gifts that contained new coats, hats, and mittens. Joey found a pocket knife in a small brightly wrapped package and June received a beautiful doll. The children, thrilled at their gifts— and even more thrilled that someone would care enough to actually give them something—were filled with gratitude. June exuberantly hugged both Martin and Linda and even Joey, who tended to be more reserved, hugged them both. That was a first.
     If only…thought Linda, but then she stopped herself. The children were here for now. That must be enough. She didn’t have to know what tomorrow held to enjoy today.
     June got up from the floor and retrieved a card from her room. The brightly colored Christmas card had been created from the paper and crayons that Linda had brought up from the store. She shyly handed the card to Linda and turned to Martin to say seriously, “this is for both of you.”
     Linda looked down at the card to find a picture of their little makeshift family beside a colorful Christmas tree. She couldn’t help but wonder what the future held as she beheld the precious gift in her hands.
     “Oh, thank you, June. This is such a lovely drawing,” she said.
     Martin cleared his throat and spoke up, “I wonder if I might give one last Christmas present?”
     “Now what do you have up your sleeve, my dear?” Linda laughed. She knew there was something special since he had returned from downstairs. She had no idea what it was, though. Perhaps he had ordered a special sled for the children, she thought as she remembered the snow that covered the ground.
     Martin continued, “this morning, I received an unexpected telegram. It would seem that a gentlemen I talked to a few weeks ago personally took it upon himself to locate your mother. He found her in a different state, where she now lives and works. He states here in this telegram,” he pulled a piece of paper from his pocket and opened it to read, “that ‘Mrs. Martha Grayson gives her blessing for her children to stay with Martin and Linda Bell permanently’, ” he lifted his bright eyes and said happily, “Would you like that?”
     “Are you serious?” Linda asked in disbelief.
     Meanwhile, the children sat in stunned amazement.
     “There are some things we will need to do to make it official. But, according to the telegram that I received this morning, we should not have any problems,” Martin turned to the children, “So, you two, would you like to become part of our family? Linda and I have grown to love you both dearly and would love for you to stay here forever.”
     June was the first to jump up and throw her arms around Martin’s neck, “Oh, yes! Oh, yes! OH, YES!” she cried over and over.
     Joey was a little less ecstatic than June outwardly but he was certainly no less ecstatic on the inside. He sat in wonder at what had just happened. The burden of caring for his sister rolled off his small shoulders at Martin’s words and the thought of being part of a family with a loving father and kindhearted mother almost made his little heart burst with joy.
          That Christmas morning, love came to the children in the form of family and the joy of this would last through the coming years. It really was a happy ending in a world where there are so few happy endings. Unbeknownst to all who sat around the Christmas tree talking happily that morning, God had answered a godly grandmother’s prayer to care for her grandchildren. Just as the old woman had known He would.

 

Christmas is just around the corner now. I hope you enjoy part four of this year’s story. You can find the rest of this story, as well as all the past Christmas stories, at this link.

     June was gently nursed by Linda for several days. Soon she was able to sit up and eat something. Joey had come down with the virus as well, although he was up and around again in just a day or two.
     When they both were completely well again, Joey began to grow uncomfortable staying with the Bells. He didn’t want to take advantage of their hospitality.
     One evening, after they had eaten dinner, he carefully broached the subject as June sat on the sofa looking through a picture book that Martin had brought up from the store.
     He heaved a big sigh, as if to gain courage, and then said, “perhaps it’s time June and I head back to the cabin. We are both well now and we don’t want to…well, as nice as it’s been here…we just don’t want to…” he stopped.
     Linda’s heart sank as Joey spoke these words. Unbeknownst to them, the children had brought much joy to the Bell house. Martin and Linda had lost a little boy five years before and they had forgotten how much they loved having children around them.
     Martin looked kindly upon the young man and spoke, “Joey, I’ve been thinking about this for a few weeks now. And I wondered if you and June would like to stay with us through the holidays? We have so enjoyed having you both here and we’d love for you to stay for a while longer. Would you be willing to hang around with us old folks for a couple of more weeks? Or are you anxious to get back home?”
     Joey stared at him in disbelief, “you are serious, sir?”
     “I’ve never been more serious,” said Martin.
     Joey and June did not have a good mother. Rather than teach them good manners and to care for others, she, through example, had taught them nothing except selfishness. Thankfully, the children did have a God-fearing, praying grandmother. And, while June was only small when she had gone on to heaven, Joey had learned much from her and was teaching it to his little sister. The children could have—should have— been a real burden to the Bells but, instead, thanks to a godly old lady who loved her grandchildren dearly and lived her life each day to please the Lord, they were a true blessing to the childless couple.
     Linda spoke up, “A few years ago, we had a son. His name was Robert. He was such a little man. You remind me a bit of him, Joey,” she looked kindly at the boy and then continued, “when he was nine, he suddenly grew very sick one day. It was right around this time of year, actually,” her eyes grew moist as she remembered, “Well, he grew sicker and sicker until the doctor told us to prepare for the inevitable. And within just a few weeks, we lost our precious Robert,” she paused and turned to the children, “And, so you see, we have so enjoyed having you children here. We forgot how much we missed having children around. Especially such wonderful children as you are. We would be so honored to have you stay with us for the next few weeks, at least through the holidays.”
     June had begun listening to the conversation and at this point she childishly piped up with vehemence, “Oh, Joey, we can stay, can’t we? I don’t want to go back to that cold cabin where we don’t have anything to eat!
     Joey looked around at the three who were watching him and waiting for an answer. And then he smiled and said to his sister in his quiet way, “well, it would seem foolish to go back to that when we are being offered this, now wouldn’t it?”
     There was an air of celebration that evening in the Bell household. Over the course of the next weeks, the four of them prepared for Christmas together. They cut down a tree from the woods and made handmade ornaments for it. They baked brown gingerbread men and decorated them with icing. And they went Christmas caroling with the church folk. It was wonderful.
     The children were filled with delight at this unexpected turn of events. Instead of spending Christmas in a cold, lifeless cabin all alone, they were in a cozy warm home with two adults who genuinely cared about them. It was all so much to take in.
     Christmas was now only five days away. Joey lay in his bed that night wondering what would happen to them after Christmas. While he had thoroughly enjoyed the last few weeks, this was the one thing that was casting a constant damper on his happiness. What was going to happen to them after Christmas?
     As he tossed and turned that night, he came up with several ideas. Perhaps Mr. Bell would give him some work around his store? Or he could go to Pastor Murphy, who had proven to be a very kind older man. He might help him. Joey knew he had to do something to look out for his little sister. No twelve-year-old should have to bear the burden of survival for himself and his sister, but, unfortunately, sometimes they do. Joey was not taking this responsibility lightly and he had lost quite a bit of sleep over it.
     Meanwhile, in a different bedroom on that very same night, Martin and Linda were whispering together. They couldn’t imagine life without the two precious children they had both grown to love. They wondered if there would be a way to keep them permanently. Yes, Joey was stubborn and June could be quite messy but over the course of the past few weeks, they had realized anew the wonderful blessing of family.
     As they discussed the possibility of keeping the children and how to go about it, Linda suddenly smiled and said, “do you think there is any possibility we could know before Christmas? Wouldn’t that be the greatest Christmas present we could give the children?” Her eyes lit up and she clasped her hands together at the thought of it.
     Martin was more realistic than his wife, “Well that is a very tall order. I’m not sure we can manage to know before Christmas morning as it hinges on being able to find the children’s mother.”
     Linda’s face filled with disappointment as she acknowledged that he was right.
     “But,” Martin added with a twinkle in his eye, “I am sure willing to give it a try.”

  

(If you’d like to read the rest of this Christmas story, you will find it here)

     Martin had opened up the store and restocked a few shelves and then he turned to Linda, “I think I’ll go check on the kids now,” he said, putting on his heavy coat and thick fur-lined boots.
     “Great,” said Linda as she looked worriedly out the window. It had snowed a few inches yesterday and, while the snow had stopped during the night, it was so cold and windy. She would feel very relieved when Martin had checked to make sure they were okay.
     Martin put Linda’s brown and tan hand-knitted scarf around his neck and put on his gloves and then said “I’ll be back as soon as I can,” and walked out the door.
     Linda sighed as she watched him trudge through the snow up the street. Thankfully, it didn’t sound like the children lived too far away but she really hated that he had to go out in this weather. She hoped the bright winter sun would warm him up as he walked.
     Meanwhile, Martin walked through the snow singing his favorite hymn. “A Mighty Fortress is our God” rang out in the winter sunshine as he walked as quickly as he could through the fresh snow. Soon he was standing before the door of the rundown cabin. He lifted his hand to knock.
     After a moment, Joey opened the door. He looked fearful and Martin realized he didn’t recognize him.
     “Hi, son. I am Mrs. Bell’s husband. You can call me Mr. Martin,” he smiled warmly and reached his hand out to the boy.
     Joey’s face filled with relief. In fact, the relief seemed so great, Martin began to wonder if something else was going on.
     “Is everything okay here? We wanted to make sure you both have what you need.”
     Joey’s shoulders slumped under the heavy load he had been carrying on his young shoulders.
      “Actually, sir, it’s not okay. My sister woke up all hot this morning. First, she’s hot and then she’s cold. I can’t get her to eat or drink anything. I just don’t know what to do,” he wrung his hands in despair and his eyes were filled with fright.
     Martin was wonderfully calm in any situation. He asked if he could check on June and Joey moved aside to let him in.
     He glanced around the cold, drafty cabin as he entered. This was no place for children to be by themselves. He shook his head in frustration at the mother who would leave her children all by themselves in a place like this and without provisions.
     When he saw June lying there, he grew alarmed. He reached his arm out to feel her hot forehead. His expression was sober as he said kindly to Joey, “I wonder if you and your sister might be willing to spend a few days with Mrs. Bell and me? That way we could keep an eye on her and help her feel better.”
     Joey’s heart started beating faster as he considered going to the home of strangers. He was going to say “no, thank you,” but just as he was forming the words, his sister groaned on the sofa. He knew she needed help that he couldn’t give.
     “Okay,” he said softly.
     He quickly gathered a few things and tucked them in an old bag. Martin wrapped the small girl in the warmest blanket he could find and, picking her up gently in his arms, they were soon on their way out the door. Suddenly he stopped and looked at Joey’s feet.
     “Son, do you have some boots?”
     “I don’t,” he said simply.
     “Well, then, we will have to be sure to warm up those feet when we get to my house,” Martin gave him a friendly grin and together they started the walk to town.          

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     Linda heard the bell and looked up from the counter, where she stood going over some accounts. When she saw Martin carrying the little girl, her heart sank. Something was wrong.
     She rushed over to him and he said quietly, “Can you hold her for a moment while I take my boots off? And then we will take her upstairs,” and then turning to Joey, who stood shivering, “why don’t we take our shoes off here at the door and then we will go upstairs and warm up,” he smiled.
     “Martin, we need the doctor.”
     “Yes, I plan to go get him as soon as I get the children settled. I’ll stop at Martha’s on my way to see if she can watch the store for a few hours as we sort things out here.” Martha was a lady who had helped Mr. Lambert out before he sold the store and had continued to help them when they needed it.
     Martin and Linda took the children upstairs and made them comfortable. June was laid gently on the sofa, while Joey was given a comfortable arm chair with a hot water bottle for his feet. Linda went to the spare bedroom and was soon back with an armful of cozy quilts. She tucked two around June and gave another one to Joey.
     Soon Martin was out the door and Linda sank down next to June on the sofa. She laid the girl’s head in her lap and turned to Joey, “when did her fever come on?”
     Joey sighed, “this morning. She seemed fine yesterday,” and then he stopped as he remembered something, “although now that I think about it, she didn’t want any supper.”
     “Hmmm… well, I’d guess she just came down with some type of flu. It’s going around, you know,” noticing the growing fear in Joey’s eyes, she quickly added, “most people recover quite nicely from the flu.”
     “My grandma died from the flu,” the boy said quietly.
     A tear ran down the left side of his face as he finally sat in a safe and warm place with adults to care for him. He had not felt this safe or warm or cared about since his grandma had passed on.
     Linda seemed to sense this and, looking tenderly at the young man, said, “don’t worry, Joey, we will do everything we can to help June. And you.”
     As Linda gently rubbed June’s head, her restlessness decreased and her breathing evened out. Soon she was sleeping peacefully.
     As the three sat there in silence, Linda prayed for the children. She asked the Lord to show Martin and her how to best help them. Love was quickly growing in her heart for these two precious souls.

I can remember, a few years back, when I friended someone on Facebook who had some interesting things to say regarding this world. I didn’t know this guy but he was recommended by a friend. He flat-out rejected my friend request based on the fact that I celebrated Christmas, according to my Facebook page. He thought that celebrating Christmas is wrong and wanted no parts with anyone who gave any attention to this day. I’ve run into that many times in the opposite direction. Being in a public kind of position with a blog and Facebook page, many people have rejected me because they don’t like something I write. I know that I have done this, as well. Particularly when I was young, so very passionate about my opinions, and severely lacking in grace. It is tempting to write people off if they don’t agree with us. But, oh, how ungodly and…well, wrong. I am not sure what made me think of this today, but it seems like something to think about as we move into the holiday season with all of the gatherings.

Our culture is such a paradox. On one hand, we say we should never judge people. Just love, love, love. But, on the other hand, as soon as an opinion is expressed that someone doesn’t agree with, judgement comes immediately through cold silence or even breaking off friendship. So which is it?

I guess we don’t really care which the world chooses. The world will choose what it will. Our concern is scripture. How do we respond to those we don’t agree with, according to scripture?

Grace Lived Out. What does it look like?

There are so many verses we could turn to, but let’s just turn to a few verses from Colossians, chapter 3–

Put on therefore, as the elect of God, holy and beloved, bowels of mercies, kindness, humbleness of mind, meekness, longsuffering;¹³ Forbearing one another, and forgiving one another, if any man have a quarrel against any: even as Christ forgave you, so also do ye.¹⁴ And above all these things put on charity, which is the bond of perfectness.¹⁵ And let the peace of God rule in your hearts, to the which also ye are called in one body; and be ye thankful. (Colossians 3:12-15)

So, in light of these verses, how do we respond to someone who we don’t agree with? Let’s break it down.

First, Paul instructs us, through the Holy Spirit, that we are to be filled with mercy for one another, we are to be kind, humble, meek (endure with patience and without resentment), and longsuffering. Now let’s think of these things in light of how we tend to treat someone we don’t agree with.

In fact, many of us often do the opposite. The words impatience, unkind, pride, and short-tempered come to mind (even if we never speak a word!)

People say things in the heat of the moment. We are all tempted to frustration and anger when we feel passionately about something and someone disagrees with us. But if we desire to obey scripture, then we need to intentionally turn from our fleshly desires and, instead, bring kindness and humility to these disagreements. Even in our thoughts. Many of us will choose not to say much but we will not have very kind or humble thoughts about the person. Sin starts in our mind.

Another thing we can learn from these verses is that we are to forgive. This means we don’t reject someone or unfriend them or give them a cold shoulder because they said something we don’t like. If someone has a quarrel with us, we forgive them, plain and simple. We don’t make the quarrel worse. Instead, as Romans 12:18, instructs we, “as much as it is up to us, leave peaceably with all men.” We do what we can to keep things peaceful.

We are also instructed in these verses to put on charity (another word for love). A genuine love for others will smooth many things over. Loving others as we love ourselves (we all love ourselves quite naturally) will change everything. Christ has shown us so much love and grace and this alone should give us motivation to do the same for those around us.

And, finally, we are to allow God’s peace to rule in our hearts. When we lack grace for someone, God’s peace is not ruling. When we are mad at someone for a stance they have taken, God’s peace is not ruling. When we reject someone because we don’t agree with them, God’s peace is not ruling.

The entire passage ends with “and be thankful”. A grateful heart alters how we look at most things. When we are grateful, envy melts away; we can focus on what is good about someone, instead of what frustrates us; we approach life with a different perspective.

Now, what about arguments or debates about doctrine? About things that are clearly taught in scripture? We cannot deny that God tells us to mark and avoid certain people. We are told not to let them even enter our doors. What about when it is something that is heretical?

Well, these are big deals. We are to be very careful about false teaching. And, so in these cases, much prayer is needed. But scripture makes it clear that the answer is never in quarreling and debating. These two things are born out of pride and never from a humble heart of love. Discussion is not wrong if conducted with the right heart attitude. But when we are tempted to debate or argue over a clear truth of scripture, let’s instead pray. Pray for the person’s blind eyes to be opened. Pray for humility and kindness. Pray that God would give opportunity to have an open and honest discussion with them, rather than a heated debate that does no one any good at all and taints the name of Jesus.

God has shown us incredible love and amazing grace. In that, while we were yet sinners, Christ died for us (Romans 5:8). That deserves an exclamation point. Christ died for us! We need Christ to save us because we are sinners (I Corinthians 15:3-4). We are all sinners (Romans 3:10). Do we think we are better than someone else because they don’t agree with us?

Oh, that we may all bring mercy, kindness, forgiveness, and love to our family gatherings. To our Christmas parties with co-workers and friends. To our get-togethers with church family. May we live grace out.

It is Friday and time for Part 2 of this year’s story. If you’d like to read part 1, you will find the link here (along with links for all of the Christmas stories).

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      As Joey and June walked to town, it began to snow. Although they both gazed at the big wet flakes with delight, they shivered in their threadbare coats and began to walk faster. Joey looked up at the overcast sky, “I wonder how much it’s fixing to snow? We’d better get to the store and right back home again,” he said to his sister.
      June remained quiet at his side, her short legs trying to keep up with her brother’s quickening pace. Soon they were at Lambert’s General Store. A little bell jingled over their heads as they opened the door to notify Mr. Lambert of entering customers.
      But it wasn’t reticent Mr. Lambert who greeted them. Instead, they saw a woman they had never seen before. She was pleasantly round with graying chestnut-colored hair held in a loose bun. Her warm brown eyes lit up as she offered a friendly smile to the children as they walked through the door.
     “Good morning, children! Welcome to our store,” and she proceeded to tell them a detailed story about how she and her husband had recently purchased the store from Mr. Lambert who had gone to live with his daughter in a different state. She finished her story with, “my name is Mrs. Bell. What are your names?”
      Joey was about to answer, when June piped up, “I’m June and this is my big brother, Joey.”
      “Well, so nice to meet you, June and Joey,” she said, smiling, “and what can I get for you today?”
      “We need some food,” June stated matter-of-factly. And then she continued before her brother could stop her, “our mom left us a few weeks back and we haven’t seen her since. And now we are out of food. But we found some money in the cabin so we came here to buy food. Joey says we will have to be very careful so that the food lasts for a long time because …” At this point Joey gave his sister a small kick and, looking at him with surprise, she stopped talking abruptly.
      At June’s confession, Linda Bell’s face grew more and more concerned, “your mom hasn’t been back? And it’s been how long?”
      Joey finally spoke up and told an outright lie, “we are just fine, ma’am. She will come back soon. Maybe even tomorrow. She went looking for work and didn’t need two kids tagging along. We just need a little food to get by.”
      “Hmmmm,” Linda looked doubtful, “your dad? Where is he?”
     “He left right after I was born. I haven’t even met him,” said June. Joey’s face grew red and his discomfort grew as his sister so readily gave this stranger such personal information.
     Linda’s face looked thoughtful, “well, would you mind telling me where you live? Sometimes we get clothing donations at the church and I could keep my eye out for your sizes. We are always looking for good places for that clothing to go to. And it would just be for now, you know. ‘Til your mama returns,” Linda had a way of making it feel like they were helping her instead of the other way around.
      She quickly scribbled down the information on a piece of scrap paper as the children turned to look around the store. She helped them gather some food items that would last a while. As she placed their selections in a bag, she tucked in a few extra items and told them that the cost “was just exactly what they had”.
     As the children walked out the door, arms full, Linda was already deliberating on ways she could help them. She also wanted to confirm that the children’s mother did return. And she just might give her a piece of her mind, if she did! Why, the nerve of a woman leaving her children all alone in the winter without ample food or money. Some people, she thought with disgust. God was already answering the simple but heartfelt prayer of the children for help through the kind-hearted store owner.
     As the bell rang upon the children’s departure from the store Linda’s husband, Martin, returned from the storage room, “Who was that?”
     Linda gave a troubled sigh as she shared as much as she knew. Their conversation was cut short as the door jangled again and another customer entered.

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     A few hours later the two of them sat in the spacious, homey rooms above the store talking and enjoying hot tea and biscuits covered with jam.
     “I just cannot get those children out of my mind,” said Linda.
     “Well, there’s not a whole lot we can do,” said her practical but kind-hearted husband, “we don’t really know their situation and we don’t want to put our noses where they don’t belong,” he continued, winking at her. His wife did have a tendency to do that and it had gotten them into trouble a time or two.
     “Oh, I know,” she said softly. But when she went to bed that night, her thoughts were on the children who had no mother to care for them and little food. She listened to the howling wind outside and wondered if they were staying warm.
     The following morning, the children continued to be on her mind and she couldn’t stop talking about them to Martin as the two ate breakfast.
     Martin just sat and listened, but as they finished eating, he stood up and looked fondly at his wife, “let’s open the store and then later on this morning, I’ll go check on them.”
     Linda face broke out into a huge smile of gratitude, “you’d do that?”
     “Of course I would. I want to make sure those kids are okay and I want to keep you happy,” he said with a teasing grin.
     “Oh, you…” she laughed and then her face grew serious, “but thank you.”