A CHRISTMAS PRAYER
By Joan Allen Pfeiffer
Dear God above all that is,
If you can hear my voice.
I am alone this Christmas Eve.
Without my mother in Heaven.
Please give her a hug from me;
A kiss would be nice as well.
The only present I would like
Are snowflakes out side my door.
I know you can do this Jesus,
It is your birthday after all.
To celebrate with snowballs
Just like we did last year
Would be the best gift of all.
Thank you dear Jesus, I pray.
P.S. I love you.
Psalm 8:1-2 New International Version (NIV)
1 LORD, our Lord,
how majestic is your name in all the earth!
You have set your glory
in the heavens.
2 Through the praise of children and infants
you have established a stronghold against your enemies,
to silence the foe and the avenger.
The first Christmas approached after her mother went to Heaven. Three months before this time, her life had seemed complete. Her tenth birthday had come and go without the celebration of cake, laughter, or presents. Her two brothers were as bruised with the hateful comments made about their mother’s suicide. They were left in the corners of darkness.
Christmas Eve she and her brothers had been invited to a dinner. A kind lady met them at her door with the warmest hug. Her name was Mrs. Peterson. She was one of their teachers at school.
There was a huge decorated tree with many presents. Other children were around the table filled with fine foods and drinks fit for a king. She asked for all the children to please bow their heads for prayer. After the Amen, the fun and joy began again.
She and her brothers went to ask Mrs. Peterson a question about prayers. They wanted her to pray for God to return their mother to them. She explained that God had wanted their mother to be with Him. He needed her in Heaven. She prayed with them to believe that Jesus would be with them always.
So that night when the little girl was by herself in the bedroom, she prayed. She prayed a simple prayer wanting to believe. She wanted Jesus to celebrate His birthday with her tomorrow. She wanted to believe He would answer her prayer for snow. She looked at the stars outside her window with no clouds in sight. Still she believed. P.S. “I love you”, she said. She believed.
The next morning she jumped out of bed, and looked out the window before her eyes could open all the way. There it was! Snow!! It was still snowing!! She opened her window, and shouted, “Thank you Jesus, Happy Birthday!”
She knelt by her bed, and a tear fell down her cheek, “I believe, and I love you Jesus. Hug and kiss my Mommy, please!”