Christmas Cheer

December is usually a joyful month, but this last year was different.

As the middle of the month approached, instead of a warm, cozy home and a tree sparkling with Christmas lights, my husband and I found ourselves in a cramped motel room for the fifth month in a row, listening to the people across the hall screaming obscenities at each other. Not a hint of holiday cheer in sight. Trying to be grateful that at least we had a roof over our heads, we were still desperately discouraged about where life had landed us.

The one bright spot in all of this was my job.

I absolutely adored my job and every person I worked with.

I got to spend my days working one-on-one with children diagnosed with autism. I had found my life’s purpose and could see proof, every day, of the fact I was making a difference in the lives of these precious children. It was impossible for me to feel discouraged while I was at work. Until, inevitably, someone would eagerly ask me what special plans we had for Christmas. Just like that, I would find myself fighting to hold back the tears, trying to force a smile on my face as I explained that we did not have any plans.

One mid-December day, as I walked my little client into his classroom, I was pulled aside by his teachers. They handed me several large brown paper bags overflowing with Christmas decorations, including a little Christmas tree with lights and ornaments.

These sweet, kindhearted women had determined to brighten our holiday—and our gloomy motel room. I burst into tears, overcome by their kindness.

They hugged me and reassured me that things would turn around for us soon. I returned to the motel room that evening after work and showed Kyle what we had been given. He stood there in disbelief, struggling to take it in.

For both of us, that simple, heartfelt gift was a hug from God, an embrace from our Creator, reminding us that we were not forgotten by Him.

My friends, whatever situation you are dealing with today, I want to remind you that Jesus cares for us deeply, not only for our survival but also about the little things that bring joy to our hearts. Thank You, Jesus!

Carey Pearson