The next day my eldest daughter had a concert at school. My father came and took us out to dinner before the contest. There's a lot of history there, and for reasons I don't want to explain, I was just starting to trust my father again. There were a lot of reasons there not to ask for money, and to not explain everything that had been going on. I thought it was wonderful he was taking us out to dinner and accepted that from him with no issue. Six children out to dinner takes a lot of energy. We had done this restaurant a few times, so it went a little easier, but by the end of the meal I realized the three youngest would not be able to sit through the concert. I decided to take them home, and Omar and my father continued on to the concert.
My husband called me about thirty minutes later, excited. "Your father just gave us $200 for Christmas." He went on to say that my father wanted it only to be used for Christmas gifts, which was fine with me. Food had been taken care of, church was taking care of some of the gifts, and now we could buy a few ourselves. I didn't know what to say, except continuing to say thank you to God.
I wanted to thank my father, but I was overwhelmed by his generousity and a little scared by it as well. I waited a few days, and then called him.
His generousity continued, "I'd like to come down there and take you out to get some groceries. I'll just push the cart and pay, you pick out what you need."
I couldn't believe it. It was coming just in time. I was hesitant to get very much, but when my father came down to take me to the store, he told me he wanted me to get whatever I would normally get. My father even put in special treats that we normally wouldn't spend the money on. Orange juice, honey, and candy weren't usually present in our shopping cart. It was a fantastic trip, it took a few aisles to get comfortable with picking out what I wanted, but by the end I had over $500 worth of groceries. This was helping us out so much. Some of the food would go into next month, helping to lighten our grocery bill.
Our blessings continued, the next day we went to Church, and received the gifts for the kids from them. It had become a church project, with several people participating. Someone even gave Omar and I $50, with explicit instructions that it be used for a date night. Later that day my father gave us another $200 for Christmas presents. Our Christmas was going to be like every other that came before. It was such a miracle.
Christmas was fantastic. Dare I say the most amazing Christmas ever. Just when I thought there was no hope, everything turned around. I truly believe God worked through all those people to let Omar and I know we are not alone, and that He truly does see everything. He knows, and we are taken care of.
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