I’d love to hear what everyone got for Christmas! I love gift-giving. It’s one of my love languages, in fact. To me, a beautifully wrapped gift (or gift bag WITH tissue, or just a bow … presentation is everything!) says: “I thought about you today & I love you”. It actually bugs me that giving gifts has been lumped in with “commercialism” of Christmas. Bunk! There’s absolutely nothing inherently wrong with gift giving! It’s when the gift or the “thing” becomes more important than the Giver of All. Gift giving actually started with God. When He gave His only Son….. for us. There is no better gift.
Here’s what my mom got for Christmas. Isn’t she adorable? There’s actually a debate on the name of this new addition to our family. Mother teased me with the name “Lucy”. Naturally, I loved that she’d be named after her big sister’s nickname! And then she switched to “Prissy”, short for “Princess”. Oh, the nerve! Hahaha. Totally kidding, of course. I did fire back with, “Mom, when I hear the name “Prissy”, all I hear in my head is: “Ms. Scarlett, I don’t know nothin’ ’bout birthin’ no babies!”‘ For those of you who are too young to remember Gone With the Wind, you have NO idea what I’m talking about. But the ones who aren’t…. are you with me or what? In all seriousness, the name matters not to me. I’m just happy that my mom has a new little puppy to love. Now that she can’t work, and is home most of the time, she needed “someone” to keep her company. On the way home from picking her up, she stopped by the store and bought her a large clothes basket, a doggie bed, a baby blanket, toys, etc. etc. etc. Do you think Lucy/Prissy will be spoiled or what?
So….tell me! What did you get for Christmas? I’m eager to hear! Or maybe it was as simple as a special moment that happened. And if it was a tough Christmas and gift weren’t involved, well…. I can relate to that as well. My most memorable Christmas was when I was 12 or 13, and we were living in subsidized apartments. Mother was working 2 jobs, and we had no money. I had been collecting wicker pieces as my bedroom suit, mainly because we couldn’t afford furniture, but I definitely thought wicker was cool too! I had the fan chair and table, but was really wanting the headboard. I woke up on Christmas morning, ran to the living room only to find a card with my name on it in my stocking. It was a hand-written note from my mother apologizing for not being able to get me the headboard. On the last line of the card, she wrote: “Consider this an I-O-U for the headboard.” She did get me the headboard sometime later that year. But it’s not the headboard that I remember. It’s the pain of a mom having to write an IOU to their child. I still have that card. I will keep it forever. And I will continue praising Jesus EVERYDAY that I have memories such as these. Because it’s these moments that have made me who I am today. It IS a blessing to know what it’s like to have little. I’m thankful for it, because I can truly enter into the suffering of others. It is a gift.
Jesus knows a little something about suffering ….. that’s what Christmas is all about after all, the day He left Heaven to enter our world as both the Giver & the Gift.