The Spirit of Christmas

I have to share what happened just now to me at Walmart. First a bit of back story for those who were so generous to me today.

I try not to boo-hoo on my blog about my current life circumstances but rather write poetry as a way to heal from within. But those who were kind need to know how kind they were to me today and that couldn’t be spoken in a Walmart line a mile long.

The last two weeks I’ve had a hard time getting out of bed in the morning. I’ve lost my smile. I’ve lost my drive to be content in the ordinary everyday things. Most of it is just due to so many things coming at our family at once. Money, jobs, divorce in the extended family, and there’s talk of moving my mother to a new nursing home. My husband’s grandmother passed away two nights ago.

Ever been here? Where one more thing and you’ll snap. Lose it and throw your hands in the air and yell “I give up!” Yes, it could be worse. Yes, it could be better. Yes, I could be better at handling stress. And with all of it comes this rotten attitude festering deep down. Looking for a simple answer to get back on top to that finger snapping, foot stomping kind of mood.

So I’m in the Walmart line with this attitude boiling as the cashier is moving the pace of a snail. My eyes are rolling on the inside. A couple walks up behind me and he’s holdingย  a plush microfiber heated blanket. If you know me, then you know I talk to anyone. So I ask them about the blanket and how much it was. I mention how I’ve been wanting one of those since I use a heating pad to keep warm. What I didn’t tell them was that the last couple years I’ve had these unexplained chills that run down my spine while I sleep. I’ve chalked it up to my slow moving thyroid. But it gets to where the chills wake me.

Next thing you know the blanket in the box is put in my cart with a receipt tucked inside. While they were in line behind me, he snuck over to the self-checkout and bought me a blanket! I hugged her and cried while the cashier is now waiting on me! Lol.

Being given a thoughtful gift from total strangers was like a smile to my soul. It was also a kick in my rear to shape up my attitude…so I’m gonna try.

Sir, mam thank you from the bottom of my heart for reminding me of what Christmas is really about. May God bless you both!

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Amy Blount

I'm a stay at home wife and mother of 3. My oldest is 23 who lives at home because she is a delight and is autistic. My other 2 are in elementary school. They are all 3 girls. Raising an autistic daughter isn't the same as raising ones without. So it's like starting anew with some things. I will partly write about this. I have overcome many addictions with the only Savior Jesus for 8yrs. I will also write partly on addiction and how I see it and overcame it. I believe you will find my musings encouraging, helpful and sometimes a bit funny since I tend to be someone who holds nothing back. The purpose of my blog at first was to use it as an outlet, a way to get things out of mind and onto paper. But it has turned into a place I can go to encourage others with a short story, poem or to simply talk and try to relate. I just started blogging a month ago (April 2018) I wish I would've done it sooner! I promise to never try to sell you anything but Jesus' love. Be patient as this site may take on a few changes as I try to find my place in it and where I want it to go. I have many ideas swirling...stick around! Thanks for reading.

35 thoughts on “The Spirit of Christmas”

  1. WOW! What a precious, sweet gesture of God’s love and kindness! Something I imagine you’ll remember every time you use this special gift. The Lord knows just exactly how to help us!
    He knew your need and His Spirit moved a heart; praise God for people who listen to the Spirit’s voice and obey right away! ๐Ÿ™Œ๐Ÿ™Œ๐Ÿ™Œ
    Praising God with you and lifting you up before the Lord. ๐Ÿ™

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  2. Wow, that brought tears to my eyes.
    The Lord always has a way to remind us He is always with us even in the dark and hard times we face.
    Merry Christmas to you and your family Amy. xxโค๏ธ

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  3. So many thoughts. First, know that you are in our prayers. I say ‘our’ in that my wife is a great prayer warrior, where I am haphazard. I have written that I lost my brother in April of 2011, my Dad three weeks later, and my mother two months after that, but a month prior to my brother’s passing, my wife had her first heart attack, officially. She had just recovered from the heart cath when we went to the first funeral. But my platoon sergeant, my best friend in many ways, passed away three weeks after my Dad passed. That was tough, almost tougher than the family losses. Of course, the money problems were at their worst during that time, borrowing money to rent a car to drive from PA to the funerals in MS.

    As for the thyroid, my wife and I know how you feel, sort of. My wife is cold all the time, while I am hot and cold – mostly hot. Her hands are like ice, all the time. She has very little thyroid function, while I have none – destroyed by radioactive iodine to stop the rollercoaster of Grave’s disease before it killed me. Enjoy your blanket.

    Also enjoy God’s Grace. I love your poetry. It helps others deal with the ‘stuff’ of life also.

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  4. Blessings, Amy, as you remember the Lord’s presence in the toughest times. I am blessed from reading this on a cold Lord’s Day afternoon, plus all the comments. This season seems to bring out a tenderness we don’t see the rest of the year. Let’s remember our Lord is the same yesterday, today and forever. Praying for you as for my husband and others on our prayer roster.

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