Dear Little Baby Jesus

Dear Little Baby Jesus

When I was in the treatment facility in January of this year, I met some incredible people. One of them has become a very dear and close friend and we stay in touch daily. We share a faith, though that faith looks and feels different to both of us. I come from an evangelical protestant background and she is of the Catholic faith.

In the first few days there, we formed a bond. When of the other ladies had a panic attack, my friend, whom I will call Mary (not her real name), volunteered to pray for her. A few of us gathered around the woman who was in such distress, holding hands and circling close. When Mary prayed, she opened with these words:

“Dear Little Baby Jesus.”

I had never heard a prayer started that way before. Apparently neither had some of the other women. There was silence for a moment, and a few seemed uncomfortable. But as Mary continued to pray, I felt surrounded and comforted by a sweet and innocent presence like never before. And the woman having the panic attack calmed almost immediately.

I say all that to say this. Today, just a few days before Cliff’s surgery, I find I am in need of that childlike comforting. When I had my quiet time this morning, I found myself beginning my prayer with those words. “Dear Little Baby Jesus,” and as tears formed in my eyes, I didn’t need to say anything else. I knew my God understood me, my fears, my doubts and my pain. And he comforted me.

I am overcome with gratefulness to my Lord, who meets my needs, at whatever level I am at. And I am incredibly thankful to all my friends and family, for your prayers and your kind words of support and encouragement. I am truly blessed.

Thanks for listening. Caro