An Alaskan Christmas Eve Story – Part 4

Alaskan snow at night

Hannah was falling, her hands flailed to catch something to stop her fall, with no success, she continued sliding down the side of the ravine. Unexpectedly she came to an abrupt stop. She cautiously got her bearings and surveyed her surroundings. Horrified, Hannah’s breath caught in her throat as she realized she had come to rest on a large rock that hung out over the side of the cliff.

“Would this night never end,” she thought?  Hannah clung to the Rock. “What in the world would she do now?” The night had turned dark as clouds drifted over the face of the full moon. Hannah could barely see her hand in front of her face, and feared to move even an inch. All she could do was wait. Things had to look better once she could see where she was and knew how far she needed to climb up, to get out of the canyon.

She had been here before. She knew this feeling. Jesus had saved her before from tumbling down into nothingness after her parents had died. She knew this Rock. She knew she was safe. Hannah would wait until the Lord showed her the way.

Slowly the moon and stars began to appear again, peeking out from behind the clouds to reveal a jagged mountain side, riddled with rocks and clumps of grass. As Hannah’s eyes adjusted to the night, she could see small ledges jetting out from the cliff. Almost like steps, leading back to the top of the ravine.

She said a little prayer for safety and reached out for the first ledge. Gripping it with one hand she pushed off her platform and stretched her arm out for the next ledge. Slowly but surely, she climbed her way out of the canyon, one ledge at a time. Reaching the top, she quickly scooted back from the edge, and laid down in the snow to rest.

She shut her eyes for a moment and when she did, she saw her pastor, and remembered his words. “God loves us, and He provides what we truly need throughout our lives.”

What had God provided for her she wondered? And instantly she thought of her Aunt Bobby. What a blessing she had been to her and her sister Emily. What would they have done without her, after their parents had died? She couldn’t even image, and yet she had never been thankful. She was too busy thinking of herself and all she had lost, to appreciate the sacrifice and love Her Aunt Bobby had poured on them as she helped them and welcomed them into her home. Hannah felt ashamed of her selfish actions.

However, God’s provisions didn’t stop there. Hannah was reminded of the steps God had provided, to pull her out of her grief and despair. Her sister needed her, she was struggling with school, so Hannah began to help her every day. It gave her something to look forward to, something to make her get out of bed in the morning. She came to love that time with her sister and realized now it had been a time of healing.

And then there was Freddy. Hannah found him wandering around a park looking for food. He was the scrawniest looking golden lab she had ever seen. He was afraid of his own shadow, but after some patient love and chicken nuggets he began to come around. Now she couldn’t image life without him. She knew she had needed him more than he needed her. And it was Freddy that inspired her to apply for the job at the Animal Rescue Shelter, she worked there full time now.

How had Hannah not seen the hand of God in all these events? The Lord had never left her or abandoned her. All this time He was still providing for her, in the ways she needed the most. The Lord was revealing His love for her, through His care of her.

The cold snow was penetrating through her coat and causing her to shiver. Hannah slowly moved her bruised and battered body to a standing position. She knew she needed to begin to find her way to the park lodge again. “But what direction would that be?” She was so turned around; she didn’t have a clue which way to go. And then she heard the cry of a wounded animal.

One thought on “An Alaskan Christmas Eve Story – Part 4

  1. What a precious story of God’s grace and provision! Can’t wait for the rest of this story. May our hearts feel the same anticipation as we await the birth of Jesus , Our Lord, this very night! Blessings, Susan

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