Posted by: karanoel | January 15, 2013

The greater joy

In everything I did, I showed you that by this kind of hard work we must help the weak, remembering the words the Lord Jesus himself said: ‘It is more blessed to give than to receive.’ Acts 20:35

I would like to announce (in a very belated fashion) the arrival of my beautiful baby boy, Chase William, born on a peaceful Sunday morning in September; the twenty-third to be exact. It hasn’t been easy, but love is funny that way. It doesn’t seem to mind too much. And, really, I was smitten from the start.

Sleeping peacefully on Christmas morn

Sleeping peacefully on Christmas morn

The day after Christmas I called my Grandma, who was in the hospital bravely recovering from open heart surgery. She asked how Chase had enjoyed his first Christmas. He was clueless, I told her. We had excitedly opened each present for him, narrating the process with animated voices of the highest pitch while he sat in his Santa jammies, staring blankly at his new toys or nothing in particular. As I said, clueless.

Huh?

Huh?

Grandma, always quick to see a deeper parallel, pointed out how similar we are as oblivious children of a generous God. I hung up the phone and continued to think about this for a while. What struck me is the natural progression of kids as they grow – from clueless to aware to greedy. At some point, every kid thinks Christmas is all about them. The interruption of meals or other people’s gifts are quite an annoyance. Unfortunately, some people get stuck there. But somewhere along the way – bit by bit – something will change for most. They will start to appreciate the thought behind the gift or think about the trouble someone went through to track it down. They may even come to realize that the real fun is in getting presents for others, delighting in the anticipation of someone else’s delight.

My sweet boy

My sweet boy

Back to Gram’s parallel. Wow, how long I lived like a grown-up newborn, oblivious to the gifts God was unwrapping right in front of me! But he was patient with me as I got bigger in my faith… learning to say my ABC’s, tie my own shoes, and become aware that he wanted to give me great stuff. Admittedly I spent time spiritually stuck as a greedy ten-year old at Christmas time, making lengthy lists of all the things he should give me and keeping watch over the growing pile under the tree. All the while, he just kept on loving me and giving beautiful gifts, albeit not always the ones on my lists. Somewhere along the way, my eyes were opened to these gifts as tokens of his love and I could see beyond the gifts to the Giver (see Princess Bride clip below). His kindness toward me melted my heart and deepened my gratitude. And now, as I approach 40, I’m beginning – just beginning – to understand that it’s not about hoarding every benefit of this relationship for myself, but about taking thoughtfully considered pieces, wrapping them up with the most beautiful adornments, and giving them away with the sweetest abandon. This is, without question, the greater joy.

As you wish…  http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=gbX1U1tx9aw


Responses

  1. Sweet girl………your words are so true and sweet. How your King loves you and me! Keep writing……..your words are balm to our souls! Blessings!

    • Thank you Pam! He does love us… isn’t that the best news ever??

      Sent from my iPhone

  2. We love because he first loved us. I pray that I can accept that love every day and be delighted always by His gifts. You are a treasure!! Love love!!

    • Right there with you sista! I think we are understanding his love a whole lot better than we did before. And I hope we can say the same every year til we stand before him and see it in full! Xoxo

      Sent from my iPhone


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