Posted December 16, 2008
It’s been said that this is the season of miracles. Have you experienced one lately? How about in previous years? Please discuss.
My personality type prevents me from experiencing a lot of miracles. I am an ENFJ. Those of you familiar with the Myers-Briggs Personality Test know what I am talking about. Let me explain for those who aren’t familiar. I’m an intuitive extrovert who feels his way through life and quickly makes decisions. I am always pushing ahead thinking about my next project and fresh possibilities. It is difficult for me to pause and savor the moment. But when I do, that’s when I just might experience a miracle or a shaft of holy light.
Yesterday during the crazy Christmas crunch of cards, packages and decorating I walked outside and just happened to look up at the sky. I couldn’t help but marvel at the beauty. I think it was God’s way of letting me know that he was there and wanted a moment of my time. I paused, drank in the view and then, true to my personality, hustled back inside to get my pocket camera. I rushed back out and snapped a few pictures. And even though it doesn’t do justice to the true beauty of the moment I thought I would share one of them with you.
When I think of Christmas miracles I go back to 1988. The birth of my son, Will, just after Christmas, was a miracle in itself complete with the traditional waiting or expectant period of Advent. I still have the VHS tape of WRAL Television announcing his birth on the 11:00P.M. news. It gives me goose bumps every time I watch it.
What about your Christmas miracle stories? I would love to hear them. Everyone who shares a story will qualify for another Let Me Be Your Santa drawing tomorrow. The winner will receive a copy of my book and companion CD Blue Ridge Reunion.
And now, ladies and gentleman, it’s the shake of the hat full of Monday’s blogging buddies. And the winner is……NCSUBAEstudent. Congraulations! Please email me so you can claim your prize.
I love your holiday musings. My biggest laugh was the one about the family tradition of getting flu shots on the way to the Christmas tree lot.