On Christmas Eve, his father brings gifts for each of his children. John-Boy’s gift is a bundle of writing pads and pen. The gift, a token of a father’s love … he saw John-Boy’s heart and set him free to follow a writing career even though it would make his life harder without his son to help him.
It made me ponder on the value of a gift.
For me it’s not the size, monitory value or even the wrapping, although I love a beautifully wrapped gift. For me it’s about the way it makes me feel.
When the gift comes with the heart of the giver attached, I feel loved and known. The thought and care that’s gone into choosing something for me, is part of the gift … the part money can’t buy.
I have a leather-bound journal which my son and daughter-in-law brought me from Florence and a soft, grey felt-covered journal which my daughter and her family gave me for my birthday … each is a priceless treasure because they made me feel not only loved, but known. My children know my writer's heart.
A friend who knows my passion for gardening gave me his favourite gardening book, his prized possession and each time I delve into its pages I feel valued and appreciated.
What are the most meaningful gifts you’ve received? I can almost guarantee they were gifts from the heart.
In the school of giving, children can be our greatest teachers. A fist full of dandelions picked just for me … they grace a vase on my bedside table to remind me of spontaneous love … a true gift, expecting nothing in return.
And children teach us a lot about receiving. I love their unashamed excitement and enthusiasm; just watching their uninhibited joy is precious. There’s the rippers who can’t wait to find out what’s inside and the non-rippers, savouring every moment.
A gift is not a gift unless it is received. Receiving well is a gift … a gift to the giver.
Christmas is a reminder of the greatest gift of all ... the gift of a Saviour. May each of your gifts be a token of your love and generosity of spirit and may you be an enthusiastic and grateful receiver.