A Christmas Story just in time

I received this in my email just tonight and wanted to share it with you. ALL of you. There is good out there, and opportunities to bless one another however that may be. Its a beautiful story, just take a minute and enjoy:)


From now on, Depressions will be Scientifically Created."
Charles A. Lindbergh, Sr. 1913
( After passage of the Federal Reserve Act)

In September 1960, I woke up one morning with six hungry babies and
just 75 cents in my pocket.
Their father was gone. The boys ranged from three months to seven years; their sister was
two.
Their Dad had never been much more than a presence they feared.
Whenever they heard his tires crunch on the gravel driveway they
would scramble to hide under their beds.

He did manage to leave $15 a week to buy groceries.
Now that he had decided to leave, there would be no more beatings,
but no food either.

If there was a welfare system in effect in southern Indiana at that
time, I certainly knew nothing about it.

I scrubbed the kids until they looked brand new and then put on my
best homemade dress, loaded them into the rusty old 51 Chevy and drove
off to find a job.

The seven of us went to every factory, store and restaurant in our
small town.
No luck.

The kids stayed crammed into the car and tried to be quiet while I
tried to convince who ever would listen that I was willing to learn or do
anything. I had to have a job.

Still no luck. The last place we went to, just a few miles out of
town, was an old Root Beer Barrel drive-in t hat had been converted to a truck
stop.

It was called the Big Wheel.

An old lady named Granny owned the place and she peeked out of the
window from time to time at all those kids.

She needed someone on the graveyard shift, 11 at night until seven
in the morning.

She paid 65 cents an hour, and I could start that night.

I raced home and called the teenager down the street that baby-sat
for people. I bargained with her to come and sleep on my sofa for a dollar a night.
She could arrive with her pajamas on and the kids would already be asleep
This seemed like a good arrangement to her, so we made a deal.

That night when the little ones and I knelt to say our prayers, we
all thanked God for finding Mommy a job. And so I started at the Big
Wheel.

When I got home in the mornings I woke the baby-sitter up and sent
her home with one dollar of my tip money-- fully half of what I averaged
every night.

As the weeks went by, heating bills added a strain to my meager wage.
The tires on the old Chevy had the consistency of penny balloons and
began to leak. I had to fill them with air on the way to work and again
every morning before I could go home.

One bleak fall morning, I dragged myself to the car to go home and
found four tires in the back seat. New tires!
There was no note, no nothing, just those beautiful brand new tires.
Had angels taken up residence in Indiana? I wondered.
I made a deal with the local service station.
In exchange for his mounting the new tires, I would clean up his
office.

I remember it took me a lot longer to scrub his floor than it did
for him to do the tires.
I was now working six nights instead of five and it still wasn't
enough.

Christmas was coming and I knew there would be no money for toys for
the kids. I found a can of red paint and started repairing and painting some
old toys. Then I hid them in the basement so there would be something for
Santa to deliver on Christmas morning.

Clothes were a worry too. I was sewing patches on top of patches on
the boys pants and soon they would be too far gone to repair.

On Christmas Eve the usual customers were drinking coffee in the Big
Wheel. There were the truckers, Les, Frank, and Jim, and a state trooper
named Joe.

A few musicians were hanging around after a gig at the Legion and
were dropping nickels in the pinball machine.
The regulars all just sat around and talked through the wee hours of
the morning and then left to get home before the sun came up.

When it was time for me to go home at seven o'clock on Christmas
morning, to my amazement, my old battered Chevy was filled full to the top with
boxes of all shapes and sizes.

I quickly opened the driver's side door, crawled inside and kneeled
in the front facing the back seat.
Reaching back, I pulled off the lid of the top box.
Inside was whole case of little blue jeans, sizes 2-10!
I looked inside another box: It was full of shirts to go with the
jeans.

Then I peeked inside some of the other boxes. There was candy and
nuts and bananas and bags of groceries. There was an enormous ham for baking,
and canned vegetables and potatoes.
There was pudding and Jell-O and cookies, pie filling and flour.
There was whole bag of laundry supplies and cleaning items.

And there were five toy trucks and one beautiful little doll.
As I drove back through empty streets as the sun slowly rose on the
most amazing Christmas Day of my life, I was sobbing with gratitude.

And I will never forget the joy on the faces of my little ones that
precious morning.

Yes, there were angels in Indiana that long-ago December. And they
all hung out at the Big Wheel truck stop....

THE POWER OF PRAYER. I believe that God only gives three answers to
prayer:

1. "Yes!"
2. "Not yet."
3. "I have something better in mind."

God still sits on the throne, the devil is a liar.

You maybe going through a tough time right now but God is getting
ready to bless you in a way that you cannot imagine.

My instructions were to pick four people that I wanted God to bless,
and I picked you.

Please pass this to at least four people you want to be blessed and
a copy back to me.
This prayer is powerful, and prayer is one of the best gifts we
receive. There is no cost but a lot of rewards

Lets continue to pray for one another. Here is the prayer

Father, I ask You to bless my friends, relatives and email buddies
reading this right now. Show them a new revelation of Your love and power.
Amen.