Gifts

Sometimes we need to hear things over and over and over until it finally clicks. How many times have I heard that each day is a gift? Was I really listening? This morning I heard it again, and this time it really opened my eyes. As I drive the grandkids to school each morning, we listen to a sermon by Michael Youssef. We call him our friend. Sometimes we sit quietly and hear each word; sometimes we talk over it and miss most of it. But it is on, for what it is worth. This morning, Michael talked about each day being a gift that we are given. And when we open it up, what will be inside? It got me to thinking…

In my mind, I lifted the lid off the specially wrapped box called today. What were the first things I discovered? I was breathing…air…lungs that work well. Then I peered into the box and I saw good health. That was a much-appreciated gift. I could hear laughter coming out of the box, the giggles of my grandkids as I joked with them about watering the plants out back. Kylie, age 10, was telling me we needed a new watering can. The one we have is cracked, and it dripped all down her leg as she watered the plants before school this morning. I laughed and said, “That will be a story you will tell your children one day as they use their hover board to water. You will tell them how your Oma made you water with a broken can, and just how hard it was, as you tell them to ‘Get out there, be glad you can hover, and water!’” We laughed. Such a gift—laughter. I saw their smiles inside the box, and I lifted them out and appreciated them—and the time spent with them. I saw a bird fly “out of the box,” and also felt a cool breeze escape it’s interior. Such beauty and peace was enjoyed as I traveled on through my “gift box,” to a parking lot where I would be meeting a friend for coffee. I was early, so I sat in the car reading my Bible, soaking in the warm sunshine that emanated from the gift box in my mind. It felt so good, and I was grateful. I remembered a friend that I had met in the Optometrist’s office next door to the Café I was waiting in front of. I enjoyed the gift of friendship that came to mind from inside the gift box. Sweet memories. I then made my way to the Café and saw the gift of time that my friend was offering me on this day. The gift box tipped over and even more blessings poured out as two friends joined us as a surprise. It was suddenly an unexpected party!

The Army commercials say that they do more before 9:00 A.M. than most people do all day. It was only 9:30, and the gifts of the day were already piling up. How many days are we too busy to notice them…to appreciate them…to give thanks for them? God gives us thee Gift that keeps on giving through His Son, Jesus Christ. The Bible says in Matthew 6:27, “Who can add another minute to their life by worrying about it.” With Jesus as our Savior, our eternity is settled. So instead of worrying through our day, let’s go through our day appreciating the smaller gifts in preparation for meeting the greatest Gift of all.

Searching And Noticing the Divine is all about being intentional—noticing what the Divine is doing in our lives each day. The enemy would like us to focus on the negatives. Instead, let’s peer into the gift box full of surprises from our Father in Heaven, and rejoice.

Whatever is good and perfect is a gift coming down to us from
God our Father, who created all the lights in the heavens.

James 1:17 (NLT)