My sister and I would sit on the living room floor and turn through the pages of the Sears catalog. Day after day we’d look at each toy, carefully read the descriptions, and ponder the prices. Then with pen in hand, we’d circle each of the things we wanted and carefully turn back the corner of that page for easier finding.
Wrapping Christmas gifts tonight, I was thinking back to those good ol’ days. Serina and I would spend hours looking through every page of that thick book, marking our dreams and wishing.
As I thought back, I realized that I couldn’t remember a single one of those presents I “had to have or I’ll die.” Truthfully, I barely remember the gifts I received last Christmas.
There is one Gift, however, that no matter what day of the week it may be, or how old I become, I will not – and can not forget. That single Gift of Christmas is in my thoughts each day and abides within me. The Gift of the Father, His own Son, is not only the Gift I’ll never forget, He is the Gift which has forever changed my life and eternal destiny.
Jesus said –
If you had known the gift of God, and who it is who says to you, ‘Give Me a drink,’ you would have asked Him, and He would have given you living water (John 4:10).