I was waiting for a Christmas miracle story to share. Everyone loves a story of triumph, of a God-true miracle during this time of year. I couldn’t find one. Time was clicking by in department store lines, decorating, Christmas parties, traffic, volunteering, wrapping, sending cards and wrapping some more. Why couldn’t I find one? The black hole of busyness swallowed me whole, choking out what this season is really about: love. And not just any kind of love, God-giving-His-Son-for-us kind of love. That love is huge, and I’m supposed to be embracing that right now? How can I, with the …