Christmas Eve again
Some years ago in ’97 I went to India for Christmas with my mother in law Gladys and my daughter, Betsy. It was the perfect year for me not to be leading worship as my Mother, Betty Giltz died on Christmas Eve the year before. This was going to be very different.
And it was a turning of my life. My life was never the same. I fell in love. In love with India and the Children at Bhogpur.
The children each got a brown paper bag with a few items in them for Christmas by an oddly thin and masked face person.
Two of the girls ran up to my daughter and me after the celebration and gave us the candy they had been given and a wash cloth from the bag. We accepted these gifts with the best gracious thank you. It was their Christmas. The best they had. I still have that cloth.
We stayed at THE HOME until the 30th. Each of the girls, and I’m still in touch with several of them, became precious to us.
As we were leaving I had promised myself I wouldn’t cry. But cry I did. The girls ran up to the car…Don’t cry Auntie, we have everything….we have Jesus. I waved until they were out if sight. But they remain clearly in my heart. Yes, then, they did have everything. Thanks be to God.
We stand always in the midst of grace. Let us recognize where we are and rejoice.
Thank you God.
God abides, joy abounds!
Bobbie Giltz McGarey @ 2013
ABQ, NM
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