This little light of mine

[Carol Anne Kincaid~Paradis]

Christmas is full of miracles 

This Little Light of Mine,

 Ashli Cartwright-Peak from Indianapolis, Indiana

I stood on my back porch, staring up at the stars and hoping to feel something other than loneliness. It was the day after Thanksgiving, and the two-year anniversary of my husband’s death. I thought maybe looking up at the heavens would help me feel closer to him, but all I felt was cold. Sighing, I turned to go back inside.

Walking into the house, I was surprised to see a light on in the dining room. Weird, I don’t remember doing that. Stranger still, it wasn’t even the overhead light. Instead, it was the light in the hutch, and it was shining down on my angel statue. Shaking my head, I turned the light off and left the room.

The same thing happened on the first day of December. I woke up excited because I love the whole month of Christmas. As I came downstairs for breakfast, I could see that the light in the hutch was on again. This time I knew I hadn’t left it on. What was going on? Feeling slightly uneasy, I turned the light off once more. I’d almost forgotten about it a few days later when it happened. Again!

I looked at the angel standing in the halo of light, and finally I understood. When my husband had become too weak to go upstairs, we turned the dining room into a bedroom for him. He’d left the earth from this very room. But in the light shining over the angel, he kept me company from heaven. Whenever I felt lonely, all I had to do was turn it on. If my husband didn’t beat me to it.

Christmas in New York, Mary Ann Leone from Allentown, Pennsylvania

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