The Max Lucado Christmas Collection by Max Lucado

Author:Max Lucado
Language: eng
Format: epub
Tags: ebook, book
Publisher: Thomas Nelson
Published: 2011-12-28T16:00:00+00:00

The young mother pulled the blanket over the face of her infant son. Even seated inside the train, she felt the chill of the December air.

“Ticket?”

She looked up to see the uniformed conductor.

“Oh yes .” She’d forgotten to keep it handy. Reaching over her sleeping child, she found the ticket in her purse. The conductor checked it and handed it back.

“We’ll warm up as the train leaves the station,” encouraged the lady in the adjacent seat. She was matronly in appearance:gray hair peeking from beneath a bonnet, wrinkled face still red from the chill. “Long trip for you and the baby?”

“All day,” Abigail said.

“I’ll keep you company, then.” The lady looked around the crowded car. “Lots of travelers. Busy season.”

The young mother nodded, cradled her son closer, and looked out the window at the sea of travelers. All wore coats and hats; most carried bags or children. Everyone was in a hurry to go somewhere. The train lurched, and Abigail grabbed the seat, then smiled at her neighbor.

“Jerky things, these trains,” the woman sympathized.

Iron wheels slowly rolled the locomotive, mother, and child out of Paddington Station and into the city. Buildings passed, signs blurred, and Abigail felt moisture form in the corner of her eyes. She looked down at her sleeping son and spoke softly so no one would hear. “Are we doing the right thing, little man?” Then, as if answering for him, she said, “What else can we do?”

She sighed and reached into her bag and extracted a large brown envelope. She looked at the address, ran a thumb across her printed name, removed the letter, and did what she’d done a dozen times in the last twenty-four hours. She unfolded it and stared at the words. She thumbed away another tear.

“Are you all right?” asked the lady.

Abigail nodded but didn’t look up.

“This letter. I, uh, I can’t read. But my land- lord read it to me. So I was just looking at it.”

“Would you like me to read it to you?”

Abigail smiled. “I would like that very much.” She handed her neighbor the paper and looked down into the face of her child and listened as the woman read.

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