When we
think of birthdays, we think of balloons, presents and cake surrounded by loved
ones singing to us and telling us to “Make a Wish.”
I
wonder if Jesus ever had a birthday party? Did he have a cake? Did he get any
presents? Did someone hug Him and tell Him they were glad He was in their
life on His special day?
If you
could, if it were in the realm of a real, tangible, viable possibility, what
would you give Jesus for a birthday gift?
Jesus
gives me my whole life over again every single morning and he prayerfully tucks
me in each evening. Any gift I could give Him would be woefully inadequate and
yet He is pleased with even the least that I feel I have to offer. Even though
I can’t give it to Him, I would like to make Him a card and write Him a letter
to let Him know what He has meant to me. If it comes from my heart, He
will be happy. I also believe that the gifts I can give Him manifest themselves
in kindness to others, hugs to grandchildren, sitting still with those that are
lost, rejoicing with those that are found, and praying for our nation.
Each
day I ask Him to walk with me. And He does. Each day I ask him to help me
understand. And he does. Do I wait for Jesus to return? Every day.
If I
could, I would give Jesus a hug, a homemade card and a handwritten letter to
tell Him how glad I am He is my life. I am writing my letter to Him
today. I hope you will too.
Happy
Birthday, Jesus.
Shirley
Grote
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