“Just before the holidays last year, I was laid off from my job of 15 years, and let me tell you, it felt like being punched in the gut. I was widowed, in debt from medical bills, barely making ends meet and past retirement age. So even though stores were hiring extra staff for the holiday rush, no one would hire me. All my usual joy for Christmas was replaced by fear and worry about my finances, about my age and about being completely alone.
“Every night I would kneel by my bed and pray, Lord, what am I going to do now? Are You even here with me? I knew I should trust that the Lord would take care of me, but as the days ticked by with no prospects, my hope drained a little bit further.
“One night as I drove home from the library, I gazed at all the homes in my neighborhood covered with lights and I became filled with a deep sadness. I used to make my little house twinkle, but I just didn’t have the heart. Will I even have a home in a few months? I asked with tears in my eyes and fear knotting in my stomach. Please, Lord, send a miracle, a sign…anything!
“Just then, I turned onto my street and my mouth dropped open. Instead of my house being a dark blip, it glowed with colorful shining lights. I marveled that someone was so full of kindness as peace washed over me. And suddenly, I knew I was going to be okay. I smiled as I realized something I’ll never forget again: God’s light shines brightest in our darkest moments.”
—Sue Butterfield, 69, Denver