I have a friend who has a gift for giving gifts. She has an uncanny ability to find the perfect gift for every person on every occasion. There is no disappointment when her beautifully wrapped packages are opened. There is simply joy in being known.
We have a grandson who has been given a gift. It would seem it was knit into the fabric of his being long before he drew his first breath. He didn't discover the gift right away. It was hidden somewhere, waiting for the right moment. A wonderful surprise.
He opened it the day someone placed a set of drumsticks in his hands. He was just a little boy, but the gift was evident to those who know about such things. It was the perfect gift - not one to be stuck in the back of a closet or given away to the local thrift store. Everything about it fit.
The years, as years are wont to do, flew by, and the drummer is no longer a little boy. He is teetering on the edge of adulthood - facing decisions that will affect the rest of his life.
We got to spend time with him this past week. His schedule is packed full - school, college entrance exams, worship band, basketball - and those decisions.Of one thing he is certain. He holds the gift close to his heart and then offers it back to the Giver, with gratitude. "I have been given a gift. I want to use it for Him."
We experience great joy when the gift we've given is appreciated. I like to imagine the Giver of gifts laughing with joy as the gift, long treasured, is given with open heart by His children, to be used for His purposes.
Blessings,
Linda
