A Christmas healing

It was Christmas Day—the first one after my mother had passed on. I was the eldest daughter, so the dinner was mine to fix, and I was feeling sad and burdened.

For some weeks I had had a lump or growth on my abdomen about the size of my fist. And as I stood stirring the gravy, I was in considerable pain. The thought came to me, "All right, you can stand here just stirring the gravy, or you can think about the real significance of the Christmas symbols."

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