Christmas surprise
Great is our Lord and mighty in power; His understanding has no limit. Psalm 147:5 The smell of cinnamon rolls and anticipation filled the air. Christmas morning. Stockings stuffed, music blaring, parents exhausted and wide-eyed children eager to see what is under the tree. Family traditions. Growing up, Christmas morning meant waiting until everyone was awake to open presents. The youngest of four, I had the job of "subtly" waking the rest of the family. However, at eight years old, on this particular snowy Christmas morning, everything changed. No excitement from me. Under the covers I hid. Just a few weeks earlier Mom had asked me to write out my wish list for Santa. I passionately shared how much I longed to play music and my desperation for a piano. Afraid to disappoint, she explained a piano was too heavy for Santa to deliver on his sleigh, but I didn't buy it. There had to be another reason. Somehow I sensed, even at eight years old, the aroma of financia...