I love bubbles. And I love the thoughts that bubble up with them.
This morning when I closed the Dawn bottle at the end of dishwashing, I watched to see if I would be rewarded with a few bubbles. The smallest bubble I’d ever seen escaped from the bottle.
It was a baby bubble. And while some may have groused at it’s minuscule size—bemoaning not only it’s quality, but lack of quantity—I giggled. And then I became thank-full.
My itty-bitty friend reminded my of my least favorite hymn: Showers of Blessing. I loathe the chorus: Mercy drops round us are falling, but for the showers we plead.
I prefer a different hymn and way of looking at things…like my tiny bubble. In the hymn, Great Is Thy Faithfulness, we are reminded of the words from Lamentations: “Morning by morning new mercies I see; all I have needed Thy hand hath provided.”
Big or small, all good gifts come from the One who loves us and knows what we need (see James 1:17).
So today, let’s not miss the smaller blessings that come our way while beg and expect great things to happen.
Todays’s thought comes from James 1:17: Every good and perfect gift is from above, coming down from the Father of the heavenly lights, who does not change like shifting shadows.
For some reason this morning I started singing the old hymn, Give of Your Best to the Master.
It is the season for giving gifts.
Buying gifts when the girls were young and we were foster parents was not something I enjoyed. Do I sound like Scrooge?
It wasn’t that I didn’t want to give gifts. I just hated the way the kids counted their presents and made sure there was equity for all.
I dreaded hearing their pronouncement of: It’s not fair s/he got more than me.
Sigh. Like it was some kind of competition.
I don’t think I ever liked the gift giving part of Christmas. For so many years I was disappointed after not receiving the gifts I truly had my heart set on. I quit asking for things.
What would happen if we boycotted the whole gift giving insanity?
The best “gifts” my children ever gave me were the coupon booklets that they proudly (or forced) made in school. There were coupons for cleaning their room, or doing the dishes without being asked. They were the kinds of things that cost no money but demonstrated love and care.
They were gifts of time.
The best gifts are like that. They are gifts of time, of touch…of you.
Who could you give the gift of you to this Christmas?
You know who gave you the best gift, don’t you? He gave himself. Pretty good example to follow.