(The following is from The Unity Blog Site. A mother is responding to my 2007 think-piece upon the meaning of Christmas. Thought I would share it with you -- you can’t make this stuff up. Merry Christmas!)

My husband and I had been happily married (most of the time) for five years but hadn't been blessed with a baby. I decided to do some serious praying and promised God that if he would give us a child, I would be a perfect mother, love it with all my heart, and raise it with His word as my guide.

God answered my prayers and blessed us with a son, and the next year with another son, and the following year with yet another son. God blessed us the next year with a daughter. My husband thought we'd been blessed right into poverty.

Yes, we had four children … in four years. I learned never to ask God for anything unless I meant it. As a minister once told me, “If you pray for rain, make sure you carry an umbrella.” I began reading a few verses of the Bible to the children each day as they lay in their cribs. I was off to a good start. 

Entrusted with four children, I didn't want to disappoint God. I tried to be patient the day the children smashed two dozen eggs on the kitchen floor searching for baby chicks. I tried to be understanding ... when they started a hotel for homeless frogs in the spare bedroom, although it took me nearly two hours to catch all twenty-three frogs. When my daughter poured ketchup all over herself and rolled up in a blanket to see what it felt like to be a hot dog, I tried to see the humor rather than the mess. 

n spite of changing over twenty-five thousand diapers, never eating a hot meal, and never sleeping for more than thirty minutes at a time, I still thank God daily for my children. While I couldn't keep my promise to be a perfect mother, I did keep my promise to raise them in the Word of God.  I knew I  was  missing the mark  a little when I told my 
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daughter we were going to church to worship God, and she wanted to bring a bar of soap to 'wash up' Jesus, too. Something was lost in the translation when I explained to my son that God gave us everlasting life and he thought it was generous of God to give us his 'last wife.'

My proudest moment came during the children's Christmas pageant. My daughter was playing Mary, two of my sons were shepherds and my youngest son was a wise man. This was their moment to shine. My five-year-old shepherd had practiced his line, 'We found the babe wrapped in swaddling clothes.' But he was nervous and said, 'The baby was wrapped in wrinkled clothes.' My four-year old 'Mary' said, 'That's not 'wrinkled clothes,' silly. That's dirty, rotten clothes.'

A wrestling match broke out between Mary and the shepherd and was stopped by an angel, who bent her halo and lost her left wing. I slouched a little lower in my seat when Mary dropped the doll representing Baby Jesus, and it bounced down the aisle crying, 'Mama-Mama.' Mary grabbed the doll, wrapped it back up and held it tightly as the wise men arrived. My other son stepped forward wearing a bathrobe and a paper crown, knelt at the manger and announced, 'We are the three wise men, and we are bringing gifts of gold, common sense and fur.'

The congregation dissolved into laughter and the pageant got a standing ovation. The pastor, wiping tears from his eyes, said, “I've never enjoyed a Christmas program as much as this one. I'll never hear the Christmas story again without thinking of gold, common sense, and fur.” 

“My children are my pride and joy and my greatest blessing,” I said, as I dug through my purse for an aspirin. GOD BLESS YOU ALL!!!
A Christmas Letter 
from a Mother
Authored by Reverend Virgil Brewer at Unity Chapel 
November 1, 2013
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