Thursday, December 14, 2006





~* A Real Christmas *~


I know this may only be a story but it
gives hope that we may have all needed
at some point in our lives.

In September 1960, I woke up one morning
with six hungry babies and Just 75 cents
in my pocket. Their father was gone. The boys
ranged from Three months to seven years
their sister was two. Their Dad had never
Been much more than a presence they feared..

Whenever they heard his tires crunch on
the gravel driveway they Would scramble to
hide under their beds.

He did manage to leave $15 a week to buy
groceries.

Now that he had decided to leave, there would
be no more beatings, But no food either.

If there was a welfare system in effect in
southern Indiana at that Time, I certainly
knew nothing about it. I scrubbed the kids
until they Looked brand new and then put on
my best homemade dress, loaded them into
The rusty old 51 Chevy and drove off to
find a job.

The seven of us went to every factory, store
and restaurant in our Small town. No luck.

The kids stayed crammed into the car and tried
to be quiet while I Tried to convince whomever
would listen that I was willing to learn or
Do anything. I had to have a job.

Still no luck. The last place we went to, just
a few miles out of Town, was an old Root Beer
Barrel drive-in that had been converted to a
Truck stop. It was called the Big Wheel.

An old lady named Granny owned the place and
she peeked out of The window from time to
time at all those kids. She needed someone on
the Graveyard shift, 11 at night until seven
in the morning. She paid 65 cents An hour, and
I could start that night. I raced home and
called the Teenager down the street that
baby-sat for people. I bargained with her to
Come and sleep on my sofa for a dollar a night.
She could arrive with her Pajamas on and
the kids would already be asleep. This seemed
like a good Arrangement to her, so we made a deal.

That night when the little ones and I knelt to
say our prayers, we all thanked God for finding
Mommy a job. And so I started at the Big Wheel.

When I got home in the mornings I woke the baby-sitter
up and sent her home with one dollar of my tip
money--fully half of what I averaged every night.
As the weeks went by, heating bills added a strain
to my meager wage.

The tires on the old Chevy had the consistency of
penny balloons and began to leak. I had to fill
them with air on the way to work and again every
morning before I could go home.

One bleak fall morning, I dragged myself to the car
to go home and found four tires in the back seat.
New tires! There was no note, no nothing, just those
beautiful brand new tires. Had angels taken up
residence in Indiana ? I wondered.

I made a deal with the local service station. In
exchange for his mounting the new tires, I would
clean up his office. I remember it took me a lot
longer to scrub his floor than it did for him to
do the tires.

I was now working six nights instead of five and it
still wasn't enough. Christmas was coming and I knew
there would be no money for toys for the kids.

I found a can of red paint and started repairing
and painting some old toys. Then hid them in
the basement so there would be something for
Santa to deliver on Christmas morning. Clothes
were a worry too. I was sewing patches on top
of patches on the boys pants and soon they would be
Too far gone to repair.

On Christmas Eve the usual customers were drinking
coffee in the Big Wheel. These were the truckers
Les, Frank, and Jim, and a state trooper named Joe.

A few musicians were hanging around after a gig at
the Legion and were dropping nickels in the pinball
machine. The regulars all just sat around and talked
through the wee hours of the morning and then left
To get home before the sun came up.

When it was time for me to go home at seven o'clock
on Christmas morning, to my amazement, my old battered
Chevy was filled full to the top with boxes of all
shapes and sizes. I quickly opened the driver's
side door crawled inside and knee led in the front
facing the back seat.

Reaching back, I pulled off the lid of the top box.
Inside was whole case of little blue jeans, sizes
2-10! I looked inside another box: It was full of
shirts to go with the jeans. Then I peeked inside some
of the other boxes. There was candy and nuts and
bananas and bags of groceries. there was an enormous
ham for baking, and canned vegetables and potatoes.
There was pudding and Jell-O and cookies, pie filling
and flour. There was whole bag of laundry supplies
and cleaning items. And there were five toy trucks and
one beautiful little doll.

As I drove back through empty streets as the sun
slowly rose on the most amazing Christmas Day of my
life, I was sobbing with gratitude. And I will never
forget the joy on the faces of my little ones that
precious morning.

Yes, there were angels in Indiana that long-ago
December. And they all hung out at the Big Wheel
truck stop...

THE POWER OF PRAYER. I believe that God only gives
three answers to prayer:

*"Yes!"
**"Not yet."
***"I have something better in mind."

God still sits on the throne, the devil is a
liar. You maybe going through a tough time right
now but God is getting ready to bless you in a
way that you cannot imagine.

My instructions were to pick four people that I
wanted God to bless, and I picked you.

Please pass this to at least four people you want to
be blessed and a copy back to me.

This prayer is powerful, and prayer is one of the best
gifts we receive. There is no cost but a lot of rewards.
Let's continue to pray for one another.
Here is the prayer:...

Father, I ask You to bless my friends, relatives and
email buddies reading this right now. Show them a new
revelation of Your love and power.

Amen.

~ by unknown~

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