19 Mar One Personalized Gift
We lived in a house that was less than 1000 square feet in size, our family of five plus. The plus including our two foster children, aged two and 5 months. My husband was a college student, and I was a domestic engineer. 😉 Finances were snug, but we weren’t lacking. We were happy.
We had our Christmas tree decorated, and one personalized gift per child, wrapped and ready – it was just two weeks before Christmas.
As was our practice since having children, my husband and I did not purchase gifts for one another, but simply took pleasure in buying for our little ones.
Hanging out in our living room near the tree one evening, (we always loved the magical ambience of the lights), we were surprised to hear the doorbell chime. Who could it be? Upon opening the door, two ladies greeted us asking if they could make a delivery here, and informing us that they knew no details save delivering the boxes.
Not expecting anything, and slightly confused, we watched as these two ladies carried box after box into our home, (both needing to carry the same box together), before informing us that the boxes and contents were indeed for our family. Said ladies bid us farewell and left, with us being rather stunned.
All of us extremely curious, my husband and I opened the boxes, each of them large, and four in number. Three of the boxes was specifically marked for our differing daughter’s ages and sizes. Inside each grand box were numerous presents, all individually gift wrapped. We were bowled over!
And one box was for us, the two of us to share…the two of us who hadn’t had Christmas presents for a few years, simply because we decided we didn’t really need any and couldn’t really afford to anyway…
So, do you know what we did? We literally sat down right then, on the living room floor, surrounded by gifts, and prayed. We thanked God with tears in our eyes, for someone wanting to bless us this way! We hadn’t even opened any gifts yet.
That night, in a family meeting, we decided that we would pray our thanks every evening, just before we could open one gift each. And for the first time ever, we celebrated the 12 days of Christmas. It was surreal!
So, yes, each evening, we were thrilled to open such personalized gifts, perfect fitting clothes, tailored likes for toys, and items that we just never imagined even dreaming of…
I can clearly still feel the rush of pleasure when I opened up the most beautifully handmade and appliquéd Christmas table cloth, gorgeous and rich in colour, with matching fabric napkins…items not necessary, but most pleasing to my heart.
Above and beyond what we even dreamed! God is like that!
I will never forget that Christmas! And I know for a fact that neither will our daughters...it has been remembered and spoken of fondly many a time.
Even more importantly, I will never forget the gift of God’s Son, sent to a simple tiny “house”, wrapped in swaddling clothes, and so carefully planned for each individual, each of us…
Unlike our boxes of gifts, God’s gift IS necessary. Yet, even more than our boxes, God’s gift brings awe and wonder and promise and hope!
The gift of God’s unfathomable love. The gift of God’s perfect forgiveness.The gift of eternal life and adoption into His family. One personalized gift!
Age old verse, yet never aging; history, and yet our future: “For God so loved the world, that He gave His one and only Son, that whoever believes on HIM, will not perish, but have eternal life.”
We could have opened the door to those ladies and said, No thank you. But why? We accepted those beautiful gifts and made them our own, and were blessed richly!
I hope, from my heart, that you have opened the door of your life to accept God’s gift of grace 💝 – a gift not asked for, and not deserved, but offered to you because of LOVE…