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Jack Nicolson put it brilliantly in the road-trip scene from the 1999 movie As Good As It Gets: Not everyone has a terrible story to get over. Some people have great stories, beautiful stories that take place in parks with friends and noodle salad. Good times, noodle salad. Just no one in this car.
If you're overwhelmed today or need help facing a painful yesterday, you're in the right place. You matter to God. It (whatever it is), matters to God. But no one can make that discovery for you. I'm here to comfort, inspire, and even challenge you along the way. The lessons I learned throughout my toughest years of healing were never just for me. God had you in mind as well. You are why The Medicine Place exist.
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A Christmas Story for Single Mothers
I was sitting in church watching the families around me, with a steady stream of tears on my cheeks. Chris and Matt were visiting their father. I was alone with the baby.
I drove past a nursery on the way home from the service. Something told me to turn around and go buy a tree. I have no business buying a real tree when I have a free one in storage. But I turned around and bought one anyway. The nursery workers tied it to the top of my truck, and away we went.
The tree was seven feet tall. I'm five-foot-two, and my little helper was pint-sized. But somehow I managed to get the tree in the house by myself. I put it in one of those stands with screws to hold the trunk in place. Definitely a two-person job, yet something held that tree up for me. There was no way I could hold the trunk steady and straight as I tightened the stand, but it never once leaned or toppled over. I had never given much thought to whether or not angels are real. But after that day, I am convinced they exist.
Little Zach and I hung ornaments and watched silly Christmas cartoons until bedtime.
I stayed up late each night to sip tea and gaze upon our beautiful tree. Hope came packaged in the smell of fresh pine and the soft glow of tiny lights...a gift from God. I don't have memories of the holidays growing up. But He gave me good memories with my children, safe to open year after year.
Merry Christmas, stubborn child of God.
Published on Saturday, December 12, 2009 @ 10:18 AM CDT
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