In April, basketball season was ending.  I loved coaching and working with the girls but had always longed for a child of my own.  When a friend suggested adoption, I began thinking and praying about it, and I felt God nudging me to adopt a child.  So after 25 years of working as head varsity coach, I resigned and started the adoption process.  Family and friends were concerned about my decision, wondering who would choose a 47-year-old, divorced, single woman to adopt her child, but I trusted in the Lord.

Two years had passed when, on the Wednesday before Thanksgiving, I received the long-awaited call.  Tears of joy flooded my soul.  When I met Luke’s birth mother, she said that she was looking for someone her mother’s age and single as the person to adopt her child.  I knew that God had provided.  On December 20 at the hospital, I was handed a beautiful boy.  

I can imagine how Mary felt on Christmas Day when God’s Son, Jesus, was born.  I have dedicated my five-year-old Luke to the church and thank God daily for this miracle in my life.  I have become convinced that God is still in the business of performing miracles — by healing the sick, giving sight to the blind, making the lame walk, and caring for God’s children.

Prayer: Dear God, thank you for the world’s greatest gift, Jesus Christ.  We praise your holy name. Amen.