I’m Fixing to Try and Make it Through December

I’m fixing to try and make it through December.

Things are pretty rough all over, and it seems like it might take some kind of a miracle to get us through December. I’ve never seen a miracle, and frankly, I can’t even remember the last one I heard about. Maybe it was Mother Teresa, but I’m not sure.

I do know that a miracle often denotes something which can be attributed to divine intervention, like a plane crash where every body dies except for one person, or maybe like being the lone survivor of an an earthquake.

Anyway you look at it, a miracle, regardless of the conditions surrounding it, is usually always beneficial. I found that out when I went by my Cousin Elroy’s place to cheer him up after I heard he had lost his job down at the factory.

I expected him to be feeling really down what with it being almost Christmas time and him not being able to earn any money. When I approached him about this situation, I was thrilled to find the exact opposite of my expectations of his current outlook on life.

He told me he strongly suspected that happiness didn’t come from money, possessions, or even from attaining a high position in life, but rather from the relationships we have with the people whom we like, love and respect. He said that while money “talks,” sweet potato pie “sings.”

We got to talking about miracles and Elroy told me he knew a lot about them, and that at least one had already happened to him.

I was extremely curious to know just what his miracle had been, because I couldn’t recall him surviving any kind of terminal illness, or of him escaping any kind of life threatening situation.

I was stunned when he told me his miracle was being born, but I went on to understand his way of thinking when he expounded by saying getting born was considerably more desirable than getting unborn. I think we all can vouch for that.

On the way home I got to thinking about what my cousin had said, and I started searching for my own miracle.

Later on that night I found it. It was right there all the time, all around me. It was the adornment of the vault of Heaven with all its luminaries. It was the decking of the earth with all its beauty. It was the miracle of creation. It was the miracle of knowing there could be no creation without a Creator.

I think that now, I’ll be fixing to make it through December.