Lost and Found

I haven't written a short story in years. So, just for fun I decided to write whatever came out, and here it is. Please don't judge my grammar, but hear the heart of this simple little story.

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A young woman shuffles down a street full of freshly fallen snow. She pulls her jacket tightly into her neck, as the wind is trying to pierce through any little spot it can find. She glances up to catch a glimpse of a snowflake that has been illuminated, in the darkness, by the glow of the little street light.

As she walks along, she thinks about her life and wonders if she really understands the true meaning of Christmas. Something is missing. Christmas feels empty, she thought, like the old abandoned grocery store she was passing. No life-just empty shelves, and a knowing that at one time there were people who filled the room with endless chatter, laughter, and countless thoughts of what one needed.

She begins to pray, "Dear Jesus, I want to feel your presence this Christmas. More than ever, I need to know that you are near. This world has pushed you out of Christmas, and I'm afraid that I am doing that too. Why are we always forgetting you? I'm sorry, Jesus."

It was just a simple prayer she prayed, but she began to feel a peace rise up in her heart.

As she rounded the corner, she heard singing coming from inside a Church. She listened. It occured to her, that she had not sung Christmas carols in years. Clearing her throat she managed to let the first little note escape into the wintry night. Other little notes began to follow after it, chasing one another, dancing and leaping into the air as they went.

Caught up in the moment, she almost missed a fragile looking kitten trying to cross the road. Its tiny legs trying to jump over puddles that had formed. The tiny body began to shiver. As she approached the kitten, it meowed, and its small, round eyes had a pleading look in them. 

The kitten was now safe in her arms, nestled inside of her warm jacket, close her chest. The kitten began to purr, as a way of letting her know that it felt safe with her.

She knelt down on the steps of the Church, and said, "Jesus, We are just like this little kitten. We've lost our way, but you are around every corner, and on every street looking for the ones who have strayed from  you. If we don't run from you, you will pick us up and hold us close to your heart, and bring us peace. We can know you, be held near to you, and feel the presence of the one who can save us from the darkness and cold of this life. How we need you! You were born in a stable, such a lowly place. You have asked for nothing more than our sincere desire to allow you to be in our lives, and to let you love us like you have always wanted to love us. Help me, Jesus to slow down, and keep you, Christ, in my Christmas!" Amen

After she said, "Amen" the Church bells rang out in confirmation! She was content that God had heard her prayer!

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The bible tells us that the Lord is close to the broken hearted, but not only the broken hearted, but anyone that will include Him, our Lord and Saviour into their lives. We have to open our hearts to see Jesus. Jesus is seen with our heart, and not our eyes. Open your heart this Christmas season, and pray the Lord will use you some how, some way, to show His love, and to bring the joy of Christmas into this season.

  

Comments

[Kathy]

Vicki,

I loved your warm, comforting Christmas story! Kath

[Lori Larson Babikow]

Amen sister! Jesus is seen in our heart!! Great post!