Friday, December 23, 2016
Last Minute Gifts
Now, how did I manage to let more than two weeks slip by without posting an update? You know how busy it gets in this holiday season.
Since the last time I wrote we enjoyed a few days of volunteering at the Baltimore (BWI) Processing Center and even got the chance to inspect some boxes from right here in Northwestern PA.
It was hard to leave there at the end of our three days, but the leaving was soothed by a special gift we were able to pick up on our way home--a donation of over 3,000 new Beanie Babies. They're not counted yet so I don't have an exact number. It was wonderful how God worked out every detail of that pick-up.
Today I decided to give myself a last-minute gift. I can procrastinate with the best of them, so over the years I've found a little trick to help me get motivated when I'm stalled. I tell myself I'll do that task I've been dreading as a gift to myself. I tell myself I'll clean the house so I can enjoy it. I'll finish a project that's been hanging over my head and call it a gift to me.
So today I gave myself the gift of spending some time organizing in our storage container. It was a bit warmer today (37 degrees) so I was able to make it for three hours. My loving husband came to help me out for part of the time, and that made the work go much faster.
I feel so much better now that I've made some headway in counting and stashing at least some of the donations we got in early December. Now I can separate packages of socks and count and store them as a real Christmas gift.
As a bonus, I'm more ready for next Tuesday's upcoming delivery of eight pallets of shoebox fillers. We've been praying for this one for a few weeks now, and I'm eager to see how God will "part the waters" and bring all the volunteers we need and give us a good weather day to work outside.
Meanwhile, I think about the gift of the birth of our Savior. It was no surprise to God that His Son was born in uncomfortable circumstances--surrounded by animals and stench. Some of God's best gifts seem to come that way--out of not only discomfort but often real longing or pain.
So as we wait once more to celebrate that Holiest of nights let's praise Him for the hardships, the unmet expectations, the labor, and the muck of life that draws us to the best gift of all....
Him. Only Him.
Posted by Kathy Schriefer at 4:03 PM