The porch was loaded and everyone had piled into the cars. I rang the doorbell and ran as fast as my legs could carry me. I slammed myself into the car and we sped away. I noticed over the fence from their apartment was a K-mart. I suggested we go over to the parking lot and look over the huge cinderblock fence to see if we could see the family. (Like I said, always trying to take it to the next level.)
My stepbrother hoisted me up so I could barely peek my eyes over the wall. And there on the porch were all the presents, along with a mother weeping so hard she couldn’t even bend over to pick up one box. I could hear her sobs, I could feel of the gratitude she felt, but I also could remember a moment when my own mother had cried those same tears—and I felt joy.
This time we got to be His hands—someone else had the opportunity to remember His love, and we got to be a part of it. I will never forget either of these Christmas’ and the lessons I learned feeling the earthly angels and how powerful it feels to be one.
Heaven is close, there are angels all around us—some we can see, and others we can only feel. This Christmas let us always remember the miracles—we even have the power to create some. Three wise men followed a star to bring their love to a little baby far away. Most of the time we don’t have to look or travel too far to find someone who needs to be reminded that they are loved—a little glimmer of light can help us remember we are not forgotten.
**This story was written by Ashlee (Birk) Boyson and originally appeared on Love What Matters. Follow Ashlee’s journey on Instagram, Facebook and her website.
