Gifts of the Heart

With the coming of the Christmas season, we so often get caught up in all the traditional shopping, decorating and cooking chores expected of women that we sometimes lose sight of what Christmas is really about. How trite was that!? We've heard it and said it a thousand times, yet year after year, we fall into the same old trap. We get side tracked by commercialism. And I am one of the worst!

To me, gift giving decisions are the most distractive of all. It's so easy for me to become so engrossed over getting just the right gift for everyone on my "list" that I forget why I'm giving these gifts in the first place.

Ours is a very large family, lots of children and many grandchildren. Add to that the pastor and friends and co-workers and clients, everyone we feel should be remembered at Christmas with a gift. And our budget is especially tight since I am now working full time at a non-paying job... So, I worry and fret about trying to get the right gifts for everyone. I stress out over where to get the money for all this. And I forget that the whole thing should center around Jesus!

Christmas gifts are a symbol of those presented to our Lord at the manger. That's what our gift giving tradition stands for, but it's somehow lost in the frenzy of holiday shopping. And in all this, where is my gift to Jesus?

So! It's time for a change. After reading the story below, "2 Babies in a Manger," and "The Envelope," I have decided this year each gift I give will honor Christ. Each gift presented will be a gift for Him. Most will cost nothing but time or the sacrifice of something dear to me so that it may become dear to someone I love, for isn't that the best gift of all?

I will give my time and talents (such as they are!); I will give some special keepsakes; I will give a treasured heirloom... And in all this I will give of myself, my heart and my love.

Listening to The Lord
Submitted by HISsong777 and JMT214

Bobby was getting cold sitting out in his back yard in the snow. Bobby didn't wear boots; he didn't like them and anyway he didn't own any. The thin sneakers he wore had a few holes in them and they did a poor job of keeping out the cold.

Bobby had been in his backyard for about an hour already. And, try as he might, he could not come up with an idea for his mother's Christmas gift. He shook his head as he thought, "This is useless, even if I do come up with an idea, I don't have any money to spend." Ever since his father had passed away three years ago, the family of five had struggled. It wasn't because his mother didn't care, or try, there just never seemed to be enough. She worked nights at the hospital, but the small wage that she was earning could only be stretched so far.

What the family lacked in money and material things, they more than made up for in love and family unity. Bobby had two older and one younger sister, who ran the household in their mother's absence. All three of his

Bobby walked from shop to shop, looking into each decorated window. Everything seemed so beautiful and so out of reach. It was starting to get dark and Bobby reluctantly turned to walk home when suddenly his eyes caught the glimmer of the setting sun's rays reflecting off of something along the curb. He reached down and discovered a shiny dime. Never before has anyone felt so wealthy as Bobby felt at that moment. As he held his new found treasure, a warmth spread throughout his entire body and he walked into the first store he saw. His excitement quickly turned cold when salesperson after salesperson told him that he could not buy anything with only a dime. He saw a flower shop and went inside to wait in line. When the shop owner asked if he could help him, Bobby presented the dime and asked if he could buy one flower for his mother's Christmas gift. The shop owner looked at Bobby and his ten cent offering. Then he put his hand on Bobby's shoulder and said to him, "You just wait here and I'll see what I can do for you."

As Bobby waited, he looked at the beautiful flowers and even though he was a boy, he could see why mothers and girls liked flowers. The sound of the door closing as the last customer left, jolted Bobby back to reality. All alone in the shop, Bobby began to feel alone and afraid. Suddenly the shop owner came out and moved to the counter. There, before Bobby's eyes, lay twelve long stem, red roses, with leaves of green and tiny white flowers all tied together with a big silver bow. Bobby's heart sank as the owner picked them up and placed them gently into a long white box. "That will be ten cents young man," the shop owner said reaching out his hand for the dime. Slowly, Bobby moved his hand to give the man his dime. Could this be true? No one else would give him a thing for his dime! Sensing the boy's reluctance, the shop owner added, "I just happened to have some roses on sale for ten cents a dozen. Would you like them?" This time Bobby did not hesitate, and when the man placed the long box into his hands, he knew it was true. Walking out the door that the owner was holding for Bobby, he heard the shop keeper say, "Merry Christmas, son."

As he returned inside, the shop keepers wife walked out. "Who were you talking to back there and where are the roses you were fixing?" Staring out the window, and blinking the tears from his own eyes, he replied, "A strange thing happened to me this morning. While I was setting up things to open the shop, I thought I heard a voice telling me to set aside a dozen of my best roses for a special gift. I wasn't sure at the time whether I had lost my mind or what, but I set them aside anyway. Then just a few minutes ago, a little boy came into the shop and wanted to buy a flower for his mother with one small dime. When I looked at him, I saw myself, many years ago. I too was a poor boy with nothing to buy my mother a Christmas gift. A bearded man, whom I never knew, stopped me on the street and told me that he wanted to give me ten dollars. When I saw that little boy tonight, I knew who that voice was, and I put together a dozen of my very best roses."

The shop owner and his wife hugged each other tightly, and as they stepped out into the bitter cold air, they somehow didn't feel cold at all.