How has it taken 50 years to click?
Sometime in late October, the question being asked in our house is "Where's your list?" We pester until a list appears, put on the fridge so everybody can see it, with wants, needs, suggestions for Christmas. This year my daughter reluctantly put up a list, saying she didn't want to know what she was getting. I was a bit taken aback at first. From the age she could hold a pencil and scribble, she would produce Christmas lists. I've saved a few over the years, mostly because the misspellings made us all howl. Not wanting to come up with a list?? It dawned on me that what she was really saying was that the people who love her should know her well enough to know what she needs or wants, what would make her feel loved by opening. So, I diverged from her list and put a few things in a bag that I thought might be special to her and I think she was pleased and surprised.
I find myself overcome on Christmas, usually tearing up over gifts. I don't deserve any of it. I am not a great housekeeper, not a great cook, I forget to stay caught up on ironing, often I forget to keep enough groceries in the house to make a decent dinner.....and yet, Christmas comes and I am blessed by things I didn't ask for yet suit me to a T. Someone loves me.
How amazing this demonstration of grace and love on a small scale. How AMAZING that God sent his only son to live here and DIE in my place!