Daily Writing Prompt
Twas the Night...
Twas the night before
Christmas when all the traditions of the family were in jeopardy of falling
victim to unfortunate circumstances. The patriarch of the family had fallen ill
that morning.
While preparations
for the Christmas Eve party were underway at one residence, our dear friend, husband,
father, or grandfather had been rushed to the hospital. Phone calls alerted the
rest of the family. Some placed his name on the prayer rolls, others stopped for
a moment of silence, and the family members closest to him sat by his side.
The
children spent the day with Nana, and Papa helped play Santa. Uncles, Aunts, and
Cousins gathered to do all the extra shopping, wrapping, and cooking. Friends
brought their best wishes and positive energy. We were all grateful and blessed
to have family and friends around us.
As the
day progressed, good news trickled from the doctors and nurses. Our patriarch
was in the best of hands. It seemed our prayers were being heard. So the party
proceeded on schedule, we were sad that Grandfather wouldn't join us this night, but we were confident that his health
would prevail.
Even
though the day had not gone as planned, we found much to be thankful for and
were reminded that this night and subsequent day were a result of God’s gift to
us. He had indeed made our lives full.
