What's the most memorable gift you've ever received or given?
When I was a senior in high school, my aunt and uncle took me on a trip to visit Washington, D.C. We were there over Christmas, they took me to all the touristy things, and I joined my great-aunt Norma and her husband Marv and we sang carols at a retirment home with their band. I also remember my uncle Rick made me my first (winky-face) mixed drink.
Fast forward about 15 years. I'm recently divorced and am trying my darndest to try and make this Christmas season something worth remembering for good reasons. It's not really working. Our family is broken and we are struggling in every single way. Finances were no exception.
So I drop the kids off at school, and head to the laundromat. I didn't have enough laundry baskets to hold our all of our clothes, so I carried some in trash bags. As I went through the motions of doing laundry, I was feeling pretty sorry for myself. How did I get to this point? I'm a complete failure.
Then I got a "ping" on my phone. I opened the text from an unknown number.
ARE YOU HOME? THERE IS A GIFT FOR YOU AT THE BOTTOM OF YOUR APARTMENT STAIRS.
WHO IS THIS?
I finished my laundry and went home. At the bottom of the stairs leading up to my apartment was a HUGE laundry basket OVERFLOWING with food. Not just any food...ALL THE FAVORITES of my kids. Pop tarts and cheese balls. Breakfasts, lunches, and dinners. I cried. I had food in our cupboards, but our meals were based on cost effectiveness and not our favorites. I needed to see some favorites.
And it was delivered in a huge laundry basket. I needed that too.
I texted the anonymous gift-giver:
THANK YOU SO MUCH. WHO CAN I THANK FOR THIS?
Response: CONSIDER IT A GIFT FROM GOD.
When I picked the kids up from school, we munched on cheetos and I told them the story. My middle daughter froze, her face got real serious and her eyes got really big as she spoke:
"Mom...do you know what this means? God knows that I love pop tarts AND HE HAS YOUR PHONE NUMBER!"
It's now probably about 15 years since that happened and it is still one of the most memorable gifts I have ever received.
A need filled, unexpectedly delivered in a laundry basket...
...and a text message from God.
While they were there, the time came for the baby to be born, and she gave birth to her firstborn, a son. She wrapped him in cloths and placed him in a manger, because there was no guest room available for them.
Luke 2:6-7 (NIV)
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