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A TREASURY OF CHRISTMAS MIRACLES.
Copyright © 2001 by Karen Kingsbury. All rights reserved. No part of this book may be reproduced in any form or by any electronic
or mechanical means, including information storage and retrieval systems, without permission in writing from the publisher,
except by a reviewer who may quote brief passages in a review.

Published in association with the literary agency of Alive Communications, Inc., 7680 Goddard Street #200, Colorado Springs,
CO 80920.

Warner Books,

Hachette Book Group

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New York, NY 10017

ISBN: 978-0-7595-2658-7

A hardcover edition of this book was published in 2001 by Warner Books.

First eBook Edition: December 2001

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Contents

Copyright

Preface

That Silent Night

A Helping Hand

The Most Wonderful Time of the Year

Jessica’s Gift

A Touch of Heaven

Home for Christmas

A Gift for Noel

The First Day of Christmas

Unexpected Christmas Package

Christmas Angels

The Holy Hand of God

His Mysterious Ways

Christmas Roses

Heavenly Hindrances

About the Author

To my amazing husband and wonderful children,
Kelsey, Tyler, Austin, Sean, Joshua, and EJ.

And to God Almighty,
who has, for now, blessed me with these,
the greatest gifts of all.

Preface

I love Christmas—everything about it.

December arrives with its strains of “Joy to the World” and all its traditions: carolers and twinkling lights, shopping sales,
ribbons of red and green, and festive packages placed carefully under the tree.

Christmas is also a time to mark our progress through this earthly journey. Every December we can look back and marvel at
the designs of God and realize how very little we are in control of the events that shaped the past year. Then, with hearts
full, look to the celebration of that silent, holy night, and all its certainty. Because of Christmas, this we know: Christ
was born for us. He is love, and the plans he has for us always surpass those of our own.

I understand that better with each passing year.

Last season my sister and I hit the malls the day after Thanksgiving and were part of a throng of shoppers hunting bargains
long before the sun came up. In the process I was struck, as I am each year, by the way in which we hustle through the season.
Searching for bargains, desperate for the right gift at the right price, and often so busy we barely notice the tinny refrains
of “Silent Night” announcing over the store’s P.A. system that all is calm, all is bright.

Unfortunately, we live with a sense of urgency for all the wrong reasons. Perhaps our time would be better spent looking for
the miracles that so clearly exist around us. Especially during the Christmas season. Miracles remind us that God loves us
and that on that first Christmas so long ago he gave us the best present of all. His love continues day by day—often through
his miracles.

For this reason I bring you a collection of Christmas miracles. Though the stories are true, they have been fictionalized
to protect the privacy of the people involved.

All of us are in need of a miracle. Thankfully, such stories abound if only we will have eyes to see them—to look for them.
I hope the accounts here will help make this holiday more meaningful for you and yours. Perhaps they will give you a reason
to reach out to someone in need. Or maybe they will provide you with comfort as you grieve over the recent loss of a loved
one.

Now more than ever I am struck by the contrast of our own busy Christmas preparations compared to the lack of attention it
received two thousand years ago. On the night of the actual event, not a single innkeeper had room to house the King of kings.
They missed the greatest miracle of all!

Look around your life this Christmas. Watch for the miracles of the season.

I pray that those of us who prepare so well for the holiday celebration might not miss the reason for it. Regardless of how
full our lives are, I hope we still have room in our hearts to look for the one whose birth forever changed the world. The
one who is—indeed— still working Christmas miracles among us.

If you have a miracle story—Christmas or otherwise—that you’d like to share with me, or if you just want to say hello, write
me at my e-mail address: [email protected]. I’d love to hear from you.

That Silent Night

I
t was exactly one month before Christmas when Katy Anderson got word that her mother was dying of cancer in their hometown
an hour out of Des Moines, Iowa. At just twenty-one years old, Katy was newly married and living several states away when
she received the tragic news.

Her mother was only forty-five and, worse yet, she was alone and unable to care for herself.

“I can’t let Mom die by herself.” Tears streamed down Katy’s face as her husband, Steve, held her close. “She was always there
for me; now it’s time for me to be there for her.”

Although the couple’s first Christmas together was fast approaching, they dipped into their savings account and scraped together
enough money for Katy to fly to Iowa. It was a one-way ticket.

“God will help us find a way to be together, Katy.” Steve kissed her good-bye at the airport, unashamed of the tears in his
eyes. “Christmas is about miracles, after all.”

Time passed and though Katy’s mother greatly appreciated her presence, Katy was secretly terrified. Not only would she have
to be strong while her mother wasted away, but she would have to do so without the love and support of Steve.

“You miss him, don’t you?” Katy’s mother took her hand one afternoon. “Go home, sweetheart. I’ll be fine. Me and the Lord
had a little talk and he’s expecting me any time.”

Katy shook her head and smiled, ignoring the heaviness that welled up in her heart. “I won’t leave you alone. Besides, Steve
says Christmas is a time for miracles. God will find some way for us to all be together.”

Back home in Montana, Steve stood up in church the Sunday before Christmas and asked the congregation to pray for him. “I
want to be with Katy and her mother.” He paused, meeting the eyes of friends and family he’d known for years at First Central
Community Church. “Pray that God will work a miracle and find me a way there.”

It was nearly a three-day drive from Billings, Montana, to Katy’s mother’s house in Iowa, and though Steve’s boss had agreed
to give him five days off around Christmas, there was no way he could make the round-trip by car and still have time with
Katy and her mother. Finally, three days before Christmas Steve got a call.

“Heard you need a little answer to prayer.” It was Joe Isaacson, a local business executive and longtime First Central church
member. Joe owned a two-seater Cessna that he often took out on the weekends as a way of relaxing. He was planning to fly
on Wednesday, December 23, and was willing to go quite a ways farther if Steve needed a ride to Iowa.

Especially at Christmastime.

Chills made their way along Steve’s arms and legs. He thanked Joe and made plans for when to meet him; then he called Katy
and told her the news. “We’re going to be together after all, honey. I knew God would give us a Christmas miracle if we asked
Him.”

Katy was quiet on the other end. “Hurry, Steve. Mom ... she isn’t doing well.”

Small planes were not high on Steve Anderson’s list of reliable modes of transportation, let alone means of relaxation. In
fact, he’d never flown before and had always figured when the time came to board a plane it would be a jumbo jet. But the
opportunity to fly from Montana to Iowa to see his wife for Christmas was too irresistible for Steve to pass up.

“It’s a small plane, but smooth as silk in the air,” Joe told him the day before the flight. “Tell you what—you can be my
navigator.”

In the recesses of his mind, Steve felt a slight wave of anxiety course through his body. He swallowed his fears and cleared
his throat.

“I’ve never done any navigating,” he said with a laugh. “But I’d be willing to fly the plane myself if it meant getting back
to my wife at Christmas.”

Steve met Joe the next day at a small airport outside of town. The morning was beautiful, clear and without any trace of bad
weather. Strains of “Silent Night” played on the airport loudspeaker.

“The weather’s beautiful. Looks like we picked a good day to hit the skies,” Joe said, easily shifting his body into the cockpit.

Steve sized up the tiny aircraft and silently, almost unconsciously, whispered a prayer:
Lord, guide us as we go and please get us there safely
.

For the first hour the craft flew easily through the clear skies, but as they neared the halfway point of their flight they
entered a thick fog.

“No problem,” Joe said, pointing out the windshield. “You can see radio towers there above the fog. If we keep our eyes on
them we’ll know where we are. Besides, we have aviation maps on board. Everything will be fine.”

For a while, it looked as if Joe would be right. Then, when the plane was just outside Pierre, South Dakota, the fog worsened
so that the plane became cocooned in a cloud with no visibility whatsoever.

Almost at the same time, the plane’s radio and instruments died. Suddenly the men could no longer see anything on the ground,
and because of the instrument failure they couldn’t monitor the fuel or talk to people in the control tower.

Steve may have been inexperienced at flying, but he did not need a pilot’s license to know they were in grave danger. His
thoughts turned to his wife and he began begging God for survival.
Please, God, help us,
he prayed silently, his hands clenched and his face white with terror.
Please, get us through this safely.

At that moment they flew through a clearing in the fog and caught a glimpse of Pierre Municipal Airport just below. Joe maneuvered
the craft through the opening in the clouds and smoothly down onto the runway.

“Thank God,” Steve whispered as the men climbed out of the plane and Joe began tinkering with the fuse box. A burned-out fuse
had caused the instrument failure, and Joe replaced it while Steve telephoned Katy.

“Listen, honey,” Steve told Katy, “we’re running late because of bad weather. Meet me at the airport about an hour later than
we planned.”

“Is everything okay? With the plane, I mean?” she asked. Steve could hear how Katy was trying to control the concern in her
voice.

“It’s fine,” he said, sounding more confident than he felt. “And guess what? My boss says I can stay through New Year’s. It’s
going to be the best Christmas ever, just being there with you and your mom. I love you, honey. See you in a few hours.”

As they climbed back in the craft, Steve again uttered a silent prayer:
you got us this far, God. Please see us through safely to Iowa.

In less than an hour the men were back in the sky, enjoying the fact that the sun had come out and the conditions were once
again clear. By the time they flew over Sioux Falls, Steve’s fears had nearly disappeared and he began looking forward to
being with Katy.

Then, as the plane passed over a series of valleys the fog appeared once more and almost instantly engulfed the small craft
in a dense, suffocating blanket of gray. Moments later they approached a mountain range, and Steve watched as Joe struggled
to clear it safely.

“After these mountains it should be sunny again,” Joe said, struggling to convince himself as much as Steve. “There’s never
fog in this area.”

But as night fell there was indeed fog, and it was so thick the men could see nothing past the plane’s windshield. The airport
wasn’t far away, and Joe immediately contacted the radio control tower for assistance.

“We’re closed because of fog,” the air traffic controller informed Joe. “We have no capability for instrument landing. Return
to Pierre Municipal Airport and land there.”

“That’s more than an hour back; I can’t,” Joe said, a tinge of panic creeping into his voice. “We’re almost out of fuel. We
don’t have enough to fly back to Pierre.”

For a moment, the cockpit was eerily silent. They had no visibility, and Steve’s eyes fell on the fuel gauge and the needle,
which danced dangerously over the letter E. Again he silently prayed, struggling to control his terror:
please, God, please get us out of these clouds safely. Let me make it home this Christmas, please
. . .

Finally, a different voice broke the silence. “Okay. We’ll get the ground crew ready. Come in on an emergency landing.”

Steve clutched the side of his seat, his eyes wide in disbelief. There was no way they could make an emergency landing when
visibility between the plane and the control tower was completely cut off by the fog.

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