I'll be the first to admit it: my favorite presents weren't the obvious ones.
Not the ones bought from a store, on the wish lists, much-longed for and frankly, coveted.
But the simple ones.
The dispenser of soap the 5-year old picked out for her two sisters.
The super-hero cape the 9-year old insisted we make for her little cousin - even though it was the night before we were to leave - carefully sewing the straight seams herself.
The homemade pencil holder for her Daddy.
and many, many more gifts that our children carefully planned, chose, and gave.
Out of love.
It was a truly beautiful thing.
and one more thing. . . . .
isn't that like our heavenly Father?
Giving us not what's on our wish list, born out of our greed and envy,
but giving out of His matchless grace.
The One True and Perfectly Beautiful thing.