I know ” ’tis more blessed to give than receive”, but to be honest, sometimes it is really awesome to receive a gift picked especially for you because the giver, having truly understood your heart’s desires, knows you would love it . They know too you would never splurge so decadently on yourself, so they do it for you. Once or twice in nearly three decades of Christmas mornings I have received this kind of gift from my husband, but more often comes the kind of Christmas exchanges like yesterday.
I peeled the wrapping from a gift to reveal a shirt in the same rose colored corduroy fabric as a shirt he gave me last year. It is a nice color and a soft, brushed comfortable cloth, so I thought, it won’t be so bad having two blouses of the same fabric. As I unfolded it to get a better look at the style, I realized the fabric was not the only similarity. He bought me the same blouse this Christmas as he bought me last Christmas.
I sighed and hung my new rose shirt in the closet next to its twin. Closing the door, I reminded myself that Christmas is just one day of the year. The other 364 days are filled with gifts of great meaning…
He is a loving and faithful husband to me.
He is a wonderful father to our children.
He has guided many children through his years of Sunday School teaching and Scout leading.
He is a hard worker who provides us a comfortable lifestyle which frees me up to do work with children that holds meaning, but pays little.
He treats people with respect.
He is smart, decent and kind.
He is indeed the worst Christmas gift giver ever, but now that I think about it, how could I hold that against him when the gifts he gives throughout the rest of the year are so very good?
My Bigger Picture Moment this week.