I want to give more. No matter how much I give it’s not enough, will never be enough.
Gift is one place where “not enough” is good. I always want to be hungry to receive, hungry to give, hungry to be a gift.
But only God, Himself, is gift enough and what have I to give Him? Myself, yes. But I want to give Him more.
He has given me a childlike faith. I pick “flowers” and give them to Him as we stroll through my life is immense. Often, those flowers are weeds. Those too are a gift for Him.
And for me too.
All of life is gift – the good and the really bad and everything in-between.
May I be a gift to everyone I encounter. May I be worth opening and peeking at and exclaiming over, even a little bit. May I be the kind of gift that surprises and fills hearts with hope and courage and joy.
Every Friday,100s of bloggers set a timer, write for 5 minutes, and then post the results. We don’t edit or concern ourselves with whether our writing is flawless or worthy to be seen. We expose our incomplete, unpolished thoughts and words to each other and our readers. Kate Motaung at Heading Home provides the prompt on Thursday evening. We all link our posts there and tweet them with the hashtag #FMFParty. Join us.