Grace morning on this fresh and fruitful Friday.
I read Diane Rayner story of a special Christmas when her youngest son, Marty, was just eight years old and deaf in one ear. He strained to hear the conversations around him.
Marty was up to something special for the holidays. He had been saving every penny he could get his hands on. Marty’s best friend, Kenny, family was desperately poor.
Christmas Eve was rainy and cold. Diane heard Marty slip out the door. He ran all the way to Kenny’s porch, pulled open the screen, left a box, rang the doorbell, and made a quick break for it.
As he ran he banged right into the electric fence in the horse pasture. “He lay stunned on the wet ground, confused and frightened he continued the grueling trip back home.
By morning Kenny was knocking on the door, eager to show Marty his new compass and tell about the mystery of its arrival.
Diane noticed that Marty seemed to be listening with his deaf ear. Marty now had complete hearing in both ears. Doctors suspect that the shock from the electric fence was somehow responsible. … Whatever the reason, Diane was thankful to God for the good exchange of gifts that was made that night.
“Thank God for his gift that words can’t describe!”
2 Corinthians 9:15 CEB
We all come to the manger bearing infirmities, bearing failures, bearing sickness. But when we lay our burdens down before the King in the cradle, he gives us a gift—the gift of his love, his mercy, his grace. Not a bad exchange of gifts—our burdens for his blessings!
Live, love, and laugh your way through this fabulous and fantastic Friday!