January 05, 2017

A Blessing Sprinkled

In Charles Dickens's great literary work, A Christmas Carol, as Scrooge was taken past the Crachit's home with the Ghost of Christmas Present, Scrooge observed the Ghost "sprinkle a blessing upon it."

I find it interesting in such a short story, that Dickens found those few words so important to include on the limited text of the page, though they may seem irrelevant to the storyline. To Scrooge, it must have been a significant part of the story to include the observation in his description of his ventures with the Ghost of Christmas present. 

I have felt that blessing sprinkled on my home, too.  The sprinkles come in both tenderly tiny and magnificently miraculous forms.

Some little "sprinkles" I have appreciated over this Christmas break:

This is the first year of Bridger's life that he hasn't had a significant hospitalization in November/December.


My family likes memories more than things.  And memories are easier to produce and keep.


My kids don't fight.  For whatever reason, they just don't.  Maybe it has to do with Bridger's extreme sensitivity to noise, which prevents us from raising our voices in our home.  Believe me, having 5 small children and having to keep my voice tempered and soothing every minute has made my eyeballs nearly pop out at times due to the build up of internal pressure.  But the other children, they are even-tempered with each other, and especially their brother.  Peace in our home is a very large. . .


Bridger has had tremendous increase in physical strength this past year.  After hours and hours and years and years of therapies, he is getting stronger.


A special delivery during the Christmas break was Bridger's new gait trainer. {sprinkle} He loves it. He tells me that he doesn't want the wheelchair any more, that he wants "Big Blue".

On Christmas day, he got his wish as he proudly walked into church for the first time.

Furthering my love for the story, are the words of Dickens after the blessing was sprinkled upon the Crachit's home.  

As Mr. Crachit and Tiny Tim arrive home from church on Christmas, upon entering Mrs. Crachit asked her husband, "and how did he behave?"

Tiny Tim replied, that he "hoped the people saw him in the church, because he was a cripple, and it might be pleasant to them to remember upon Christmas Day, who made lame beggars walk and blind men see."

Bridger was so proud of himself.  After the arduous walk into the chapel, he sat down and proudly whispered to me, "I did it."

The most wonderful sprinkle of all that we have upon our home is that every day we have a reminder of He who made the lame beggars walk and blind men see.

Because of Bridger, our home is void of the cares of the petty, superficial and insignificant.  Because of Bridger, we always feel a piece of Heaven is in our home.