There was a time not so long ago that I lived in constant fear of wondering how I was going to put food on the table. I was a single mommy to a 4 year old boy who was/is my world, getting no help from “baby daddy” and working as a hostess at a restaurant making minimum wage, which hardly paid the rent. I commutes 45 minutes for this job a few times a week for what wasn’t even a 4 hour shift sometimes. I ran out of gas on the 405 freeway, one of these times not once, but twice! Luckily, OC has a roadside assistance service that helped me as I stood on the side of the road wondering how I got in this situation in the first place. It doesn’t matter how I got in the situation. We all get in situations. What matters is that I was lucky enough to have angels in my life at that time that helped me and I am eternally grateful. That same year I was feeling guilty that I wouldn’t be able to give my son the kind of Christmas he had years prior and I really lost my faith for a little bit because I felt so hopeless. Luckily some “angels” on God’s errand who knew me and saw my pain stepped in. There was this woman I had grown close to in the church I that I was attending, who the first time I met her wrote her name and phone number on a piece of paper and signed it “your other mom” since she knew my family all lived long distance. I am not 💯 certain if it was she who rallied members of my congregation to donate toys and gift cards and delivered them to my door on Christmas Eve, but I had a pretty good idea that it was her because I recognized the handwriting in the card. No name was signed. And that’s just it, she did it with no expectation of getting a Thank You or for any recognition. She gave and she inspired others to give because she was following Jesus when he said “Feed My Sheep.” Christmas morning was awesome and I recorded Jake’s reaction when he saw all the gifts. I think we were in shock. His favorite gift was a guitar that he played well until he was 6 years old. I vowed at that moment that I would never take for granted what little I did have and that whenever and however I could, I too would give back. I realized that I DID have A LOT though. I had my health, my family, a roof over my head, angels all around me and a Heavenly Father who knew my name, my heart, my hopes and fears. With my eyes wide open, I wished so much that I could be in the place to help others in that small and simple way, and in retrospect I can definitely be doing better to help those in need. Ps- the writing in the card said “Jesus is the Reason for the Season.” I’ll never forget this experience for as long as I live. It was truly a holiday miracle.