Sometime in late summer, on a day that – for reasons I no longer remember – was not going well, Tess and I went shopping. Shopping with Tess is one of my favorite escape routes from tough times because that girl is a fun time, I tell you. I remember that the leaves were just starting to turn and our city was moving into my favorite season, and yet I was struggling to enjoy it because of whatever else was bothering me on that day. I think maybe it even crossed my mind, “If only my issue was resolved, I could embrace the beauty of this season without reservation.” We went into a little store that we rarely ever visit, and there it was…something so profound and perfect in its simplicity, that I nearly cried standing right there in the middle of the kitchen aisle. Maybe this sounds crazy, but it was like God had sent His Word (three words, actually) straight to me on a rough day when He knew I needed reminding. I loved it. I wanted it. And I told my daughter as such.
Well, summer became fall and fall became…hard. Hard in ways that have eclipsed whatever was bothering me on that silly little day and blocked it from my memory. I forgot about he problem and I forgot about the Word from God and I forgot about the object of my affection which had so spoken to me in that shop.
Until Christmas eve. When I opened this.
My gift from Tess. I cried big, real tears and silently promised God that I would. And I will. Because life is too short to miss the beauty in every single moment.
The question for you today is: did any Christmas gift make you cry tears of joy…or tears of “why me, God?” We’d love to hear about it!