They all started with a primary lesson I shared with some sweet little five year olds. From there they expanded during a discussion with our home teacher. And then they mingled with my ponderings of the season.
My thoughts. My thoughts regarding gifts.
Christmas Eve my heart was so full and I tried to be understanding when the Christmas Eve jitters and excitement kept my seven year old from feeling the same way. Christmas Day = joy. I loved Christmas Day. The girls were thrilled with their gifts. Meg was cuter than a little button nose. And I was grateful. I was grateful because there were gifts to be grateful for. Gifts that were tied up in pretty packages. Gifts that were in my heart.
I wonder what it would have felt like to be there that night. If I had lived far away from the place of His birth, would I have wanted to travel to see Him? Three wise men traveled to see Him and they had gifts ready to offer. I wonder how they searched for those gifts and what they sacrificed in order to obtain them. Whatever the price, monetary or otherwise sacrificial, they wanted to give the best gifts to the Son of God.
On the same night that the wisemen were bestowing their best gifts, God was offering His best gift to His sons and daughters (John 3:16). God loved me enough to give me His best gift. Hopefully I love Him enough to at least try to reciprocate.
What gifts did I give this Christmas that were my best? Did I offer my best gifts throughout this past year? I hope I can find the ability and the desire to give better gifts this next year. If I search and sacrifice enough, maybe I can even find my best gifts to give.
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