How is it the gifts we most treasure often arrive during the Christmas season? It may not be that way for everyone, but when I think of the four gifts I treasure most in life, three of the four came at or near Christmas. It wasn’t a bicycle with a banana seat; although I always wanted one of those. Nor was it a famed Red Rider® BB gun. The gifts I treasure most have outlasted any of those material things. Here’s my most treasured gifts.
The first gift was given to all of us. It was our Lord and Savior, Christ Jesus, who was born of a virgin to redeem us from the curse of sin. As a Christian, I recognize that without His payment for my sin, I could never be reconciled to God and adopted into His family as an heir. Without His perfect, sinless life, I wouldn’t have an example of the life I should try to emulate. While I can never attain the deity of Christ, I can take on His character and allow Him to live through my surrendered life. I thank you Lord for giving each of us the opportunity for eternal life through Your Son.
The second gift, like the first, is one that keeps on giving year after year. That gift is my wife Diane. She is the funny, beautiful, independent, tough-minded angel who God has blessed me with for the past 24 years. Meeting in late February, we married just after Christmas on New Year’s Eve. Let’s begin the year right was our motto; and we did. I never thought, for very long anyway, about how an anniversary on New Year’s Eve ensured I would never forget.
It was months before I showed it to her, but I knew she was God’s gift to me. In fact, I wrote a poem commemorating that fact about six weeks after we first met. God, after helping me fight through the valley of despair and find my way back to Him, was once again blessing my life. I didn’t know it when we met, but it wasn’t long before I knew this was the help mate I had always dreamed of and prayed for. This year, we’ll be celebrating 23 years together; and each subsequent year brings sweeter and sweeter blessings. I thank you Lord for Your wonderful gift of companionship and love in my life.
My third gift is one of the most special treasures anyone could ever receive. As some know, I had a less than easy childhood. As an unwanted child resulting from an illicit affair, confusion, abuse, and sadness filled my young life. I didn’t understand who God was, yet I knew enough to believe He was a mighty being who I could pray to when sad, alone, and hurting. Somehow, I knew He loved and cared for me. Sometimes my prayers were angry, hate-fueled requests for God to take away the hurt; but most were simple pleas for love and to feel like I belonged.
At 14 years old, God moved a Christian family all the way from Massachusetts to central Florida to give me the gift of family. It was complete with a mom and dad, brothers to learn from and play with; and a little big sister to teach me grace and goodness. God answered the prayers of a young child long after the dream of a real family had died; showing him what God’s faithfulness looks like. In that environment, a wayward young teen learned what it meant to be part of a loving family, and how God’s love can overcome even the most difficult past.
I don’t share their last name, as I was never officially adopted by the state’s court system. Although offered by my new family, I knew with just a few years before adulthood; it made no sense. I didn’t need their name; I had their love. God approved my adoption into this family in the courts of heaven, and nothing on this earth can compare to His authority.
As Satan tries to do, there were times I wrestled with painful memories of my past. Another struggle was sometimes feeling left out at family gatherings. When longtime family friends came to visit or siblings traveled home for holiday gatherings, the myriad of stories that pre-dated my arrival often left me feeling separated and alone. It was never the case in reality, but those nagging feelings of self-pity and exclusion were real. Was it my silence during those times? Perhaps the way I distanced myself from them? I will never understand how they knew, but mom and dad sensed my emotions; and on the Christmas of my 18th year on this earth, they remedied the problem forever.
Even though I had reached legal age that summer, and already in the Army, my adopted mom and dad gave me one of the most cherished gifts I’ve ever received. With the usual sweaters, shirts, socks, and underwear (why do mamas always give underwear) exchanged, everyone gathered around with big smiles as Dad made an announcement. There was one more gift under the tree. He walked over and pulled a manila envelope from behind the tree and handed it to me. Thinking it might be a check, I excitedly opened the envelope.
Instead of finding a check, I pulled out a certificate. When I read it, I understood just how much this family loved me. It was an adoption certificate signed by my mom, dad, and the two brothers I had lived, grown up, and worked beside at the family’s service station. The family wanted me to know that although I didn’t share their last name, I was , and would always be, a part of their family. After lots of tears and embraces, mom and dad explained how they understood our family would be apart more than together in the coming years. They spoke with the other children and the entire family agreed that they wanted to make my adoption “official.”
I’ll always picture in my mind, God smiling down in that moment; looking at the bruised and battered little boy hiding in the woods who was asking Him to send a family to love him. I thank you Lord for the wonderful gift of a loving family to share my life with.
The fourth gift? It’s the most precious of all; and deserving of its permanent number one status. Arriving on a breezy September evening at a small Baptist church in my hometown, that gift was God’s salvation. When God gave me the faith needed, through His grace, to trust in His Son, repent of my sins, and surrender my life to Him, my life began. Through God’s mercy, He granted me the gift of loss for my non-belief and He began the long process of sanctification, which transforms my heart and mind. Kinship to Christ, heir to God’s riches, and eternal life to worship and praise my Father God; the gift of salvation is the most treasured gift in my life.What are some of the most treasured gifts you’ve ever received? Click To Tweet
We each have wonderful memories of Christmases past, and dreams of future ones with our growing families. I’ve found in my life that the common link to all my most treasured gifts is that they all came from God.
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