Christmas decorations line streets and the shops are filled with people.
The morning air is cold as the two women set out for the hour and a half drive on a narrow two-lane country road to visit a relative in the country.
“I think we need to head back, I don’t want to get in work traffic,” the daughter announces and stands to leave the relatives home. Hugs and Merry Christmas is offered and the two women leave.
Driving the same country road the mother is looking out the window at the tops of the trees. “There’s mistletoe in all of these trees!” she exclaims.
“Yes, it’s pretty common down here.”
“I want some of that mistletoe!” the mother exclaims.
“Mom, it’s in the top of the trees.”
“Stop, stop, stop. There’s some that is low down.” The mother shouts.
The daughter jerks the pickup to the side of the road and stops. “Where?” She asks.
“Back up. It’s right back there.”
The daughter backs up and pulls the truck next to a tree her mother is pointing out. On a lower branch a clump of mistletoe hangs enticingly.
With the mother’s excited prompting the daughter tries to climb the tree but can’t. She climbs into the bed of the pickup and tries to reach the mistletoe. Her mother hands her a long stick but it doesn’t reach.
“Grab that limb, you can climb the tree from there!” the mother insists.
“I’m not going to try to climb this tree, Mom!”
A car pulls up behind them and a Man steps out and approaches. “Can I help you ladies?” He asks and smiles at the daughter standing in the back of the pickup swinging a stick at the clump of mistletoe while trying to keep her balance.
“I want that mistletoe!” the mother replies emphatically while pointing to the clump of mistletoe.
“Let me see if I can reach it for you,” the Man says while climbing into the bed of the truck.
He tries and can’t.
“Here, get on my shoulders and you’ll be able to reach it,” the Man tells the daughter.
“Are you crazy!?” the daughter exclaims, but He talks her into it and precariously she balances on His shoulders and grabs the clump of mistletoe.
The mother is shouting and clapping in glee after laughing hysterically at the sight of her grown daughter on the shoulders of a strange Man.
The truck’s interior is filled with laughter as the two women drive home with a large clump of mistletoe safely clasped in the mother’s hands.
“I think God sent that Man.” the mother states eyeing her treasured prize.
(Sue’s version) Phil. 4:13