She wondered: is John my Christmas miracle~

She layed in a mystified state for some time.  "Lord," she asked, Is this a miracle?"  She mused, John was the most cynical person that one could envisioned.  He reaely met a preacher that he liked.  Her called them: con-men; preyers of people’s emotions; hooligans; devils in disquise.  Actually, there was one preacher that he was fond of: his son. And he endearingly called him a big bag of wind.  So, what mystical experience did John experience?  Was her prayers for them, for their marriage: finally answered…even though she had given up praying for them for a long time?  She still believed in miracles, just not one that would renew their dying marriage. It’s funny, she thought.  At one time he was the most important person on the earth, to me.  I was so in love with him. Ah, but that was eons ago, That was another world; with a starry-eyed women.  Can a heart empty itself of years of disappointments, hurts: begn anew?
 
She thought back to her happy childhood when she found the Lord: as her spirit became transported somewhere in time………
 
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John continued to pray for them. To pray that he would be forgiven for all of the sins of abandonment of his wife, while he ruthlessly pursued his lustful ways of gaining more wealth, at the sacrifice of everything else.  Actually, he lived to have his legacy carried on; but he son despised the riches of this world.  He declared at the age of 18: "I’m setting my sights on the kingdom above, and will seek the heavenly riches that will last forevermore."   John had hoped that his son would regain his senses, one day. However, now!, ten years later, John rejoiced that his son had seen the Light at such an early age.  And he had enlisted his son’s prayers for him and his wife, hoping that his connections with God would obtain their Christmas miracle.
 
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Louise’s nap lasted a bit over an hour. She woked up inexplicably happy and felt the presence of God. What was happening? Oh! She dreamed of the first times when she was so in love with the Lord, of the times when her prayerlife consumed her life, that was after she had played all day with her toys and stuff. Yes, life at nine years old: was a very fine time, indeed.
 
She smiled, laughing to herself, "What’s in the air? I feel so giddy."  She suddenly grew serious, remembering the astounding actions of John, today.  "Well," she thought.  "if he really did find the Lord, she knew how he must had changed, inside; how he would see all things in a new light; how his spirit would abound in joy.  Her spirit was like that for many years after she gave her heart to the Lord. 
 
After she got up, she met John in a chair, reading the Bible; not where he usually was: on his computer, enlargening his fortune.  "Wow. John.  Is that a new hobby?"
 
"Hmnn. I haven’t thought of it that way. But I guess that your right.  A hobby that’s consuming my spirit."
 
"John, what happened to you; a nut that no preacher could ever crack?"
 
Smiling, he said, "Your right, darling. I was a hard-headed guy.  Can you forgive me?"
 
"Hmn.  Miracles do happen: ’tis the season."
 
"Indeed.  But what kind of miracle could turn my world upside down, huh:  Thoughts of losing you."
 
A disbelieving look cross her face.  "Thoughts of losing me?  I didn’t know that I became so dear to your heart, again."
 
"I admit it.  For years I was consumed with my own needs and desires: a carbon copy of a close business associate of mine that just died a few months ago.  His wife didn’t want a Wake or a funeral service. She said, "The sooner that we bury him, the better off we will be.  All that he ever did was take, take, take, never giving of himself.  Well, I say: let the ground take him."
 
He paused thinking of his meeting with the wife.  " I never saw a more bitter person in my life.  And on the plane ride back home, I wondered if you thought of me in the same manner. I wouldn’t have blame you if you did…and I sense that you had had all that you could take of my selfishnes.  So, I prayed, saying, "God, I’m ready to change my life. I want to be a giver, not one who always takes…well, the Lord led me to my son’s services; to many theological discussions with him; and finally he led me to accept Jesus as my Lord and Savior, as I confess all my sin, and turned away from that way of death: into the abundant life.
 
"And If I amy make another confession, I have been taking time off from work. In my office, I’m consumed with God’s work: reading Scripture, interceeding for all his people, the saints and the devils; listening to that quiet voice that speaks to my heart, and inviting him in to my heart: over and over."
 
She would have never believed any of this, if she didn’t hear it with her own two ears.  Ah, but she knew that if Jesus gets ahold of one’s heart and they seek to become a follower of his: radical changes can happen overnight.  Still, she had questions.
 
"John, how long ago did you give yourself to the Lord?"
 
"Just about two months ago."
 
As she pondered the recent past, she thought, "That’s why he was home so much of the time, now: not flying all over kingdom come, for business meetings.  She remmebered he ever tried engaging her in conversations, about her busy day..or complimenting her attire, and other little things that showed his consideration: but went right over her head, cause she wasn’t used to hearing those kind things from him for some 30 years. Yet, she had stored them away. 
 
"As I think about you, lately: you have been a kinder John.  But, is that something that you want to do for the rest of your life?"
 
He reached for her, holding her, saying, "yes, I want to stop being a fool, which I had been for 30 years. I want to treat you the way that the Lord would wish me to treat you."
 
"Wow. John. The Lord has really become a big part of your life, huh?"
 
"Yes. I now live, move, and have my being in him.  And I only wish, now: that I might nave my sweet-heart always beside me, as we walk together with him.  And so that we will have an abundance of time together: I just took on a business partner, so I would have time to go to places like Disneyworld."
 
She couldn’t hold back her emotions, any longer.  She threw her arms around him and for the first time in ages, she started kissing him in wild abandonment. Ah, she had so much to make up for, in the way of romance.
 
When they finally rested, he asked, "So, what ya think about cruising to Disneyworld this Christmas?"
 
That stared her off again: as her love erupted again. Ah, she was cruising already.