It was silent, but spoke loudly to me.

Our son played the guitar and our daughter sang....Silent Night. Really, simply, a miracle. Our daughter born with her voice. Our son given the gift of playing the guitar. Our Advent candle lit for Joy. The joy Jesus offers us regardless of our situations or circumstances. Regardless of health, happiness, money, retirement, marriage, children, simply regardless. I sat in the audience, humbled, listening to our children it felt surreal. I felt the presence of Christ in my life greater than I could have imagined. Silent Night is such a quaint, simple Christmas carole that proclaims the birth of our Saviour. I think about the night, that Holy night, when Jesus was born and somehow I don't think it was silent. The anticipation of the wise men, the shepards startled by the angels and a baby being born among the cattle...there is nothing silent about that. I looked at our daughter standing, sending her voice throughout the room, I looked at our son, sitting on a stool, picking the strands on his guitar. My heart wasn't silent, it was so full it seemed to be bursting. I have prayed, faithfully, everyday, for our two children and my husband. I have been restored when completely drained. I have been lifted up when too tired to crawl. From now on, when I hear this Christmas carole, Silent Night, it will be even more special than before. I forever have, in my heart, the picture, the memory, the strumming of a guitar and the voice of our child proclaiming the news of that beautiful, Holy night. The night that has continued to echo within my heart and create miracles within my home. There is nothing silent about that....we all heard and saw.