Here’s a little teaser for you of Maddie’s Miracle
He stood and walked slowly over to the plate glass window. He put it in so his beloved Maddie could see her flowers blooming in spring time. Ah, his beautiful Maddie, wouldn’t she be a proud woman if she were here right now and could see the lovely family that her death had brought forth on that frightful and stormy night.
Taking a long and deep draw on his pipe, Timothy McDuff looked out over his land. “Maddie girl,” he said while sighing deeply, “I never thought I would live this long without you.”
He turned away from the window and slowly walked back to his rocker. He could feel the strain in his sixty-eight year old body as he lowered himself into his chair. Observing his grandchildren as they put the finishing touches on the tree Evan cut down for the family this morning, he silently said a prayer for his beloved Maddie, asking his Heavenly Father to watch over her and keep her safe until He found it fit to call him back home.
“Look at the tree, Gramps,” said little Liam pulling on his arm to bring his attention back to the task at hand.
“Aye…and a grand tree it is,” he said as he surveyed the fine work they had done.
Standing a might taller than Evan’s own 6 and a half feet, it was a grand sight to see the strings of popcorn, hand carved figurines, and brass bells that adorned its branches. Evan was lifting little Liam onto his shoulder so that he could place their beloved Angel at the top of the tree. Maddie had admired it from afar every time he took her to town. Made of White porcelain glass, she had a delicately painted smile, pink cheeks, and blue eyes like his Maddie had. Her dress was made of the finest white silk and lace. In each hand she held a candlestick made of gold. He bought it for her the year Evan was born. She never got the chance to see it. He placed it at the top of the tree every year knowing that his Maddie would be watching over them from her place in the beautiful heavens above. I miss you my Maddie girl… a single tear falling onto his cheek, he turned his attention back to his grandson.
Little Liam raised his arms and easily set the beautiful angle atop the tree on the tallest branch. There, now it truly was a sight to behold. The angel has been guarding his family for thirty six years, ever since the night those three young men found their way to their farm.
Gramps!” cried Liam, “Tell us the story.”
“Oh, yes!” added Tara, “Please tell us the story of our miracle.”
Timothy McDuff has told this story each Christmas Eve now for the last four years; ever since little Tara was six years old. He chuckled to himself and readily agreed.
“All right you two…settle yourselves right down here and get cozy. Gramps is going to tell you about our miracle.” He took another long draw on his pipe, looked down into their bright, shiny, blue eyes and began…