I love a pretty package under the tree. I love perfectly cut paper and minimal tape usage. (I used to work at a Hallmark store and gift wrapping was my favorite task!) I love bows and cute gift tags. The presentation is part of the package – so to speak.
On this Christmas day, I’ve been reminded that the gifts we bring to God aren’t always wrapped in pretty vintage paper or trimmed with ribbons and string… In fact, often they are wrapped in brokenness and pain; strength and bravery. They aren’t pretty. They’re messy and chaotic and raw.
- Maybe the gift you bring is your addiction – wrapped in a brown paper bag. The bottle is full and you’re giving it all to the King.
- Is your gift wrapped in the chaos of bad choices? The packaging is torn, but the gift is new and bursting with beauty.
- The gift you bring might be your son – wrapped in the future you hoped he would have. The doctor says there is nothing more that can be done and you graciously walk in the truth that he is not yours, but the Father’s…
- Another may bring a gift wrapped in fear of the unknown. You want to trust Him. “Lord, help my unbelief.”
- Your gift may be wrapped in nothing – the nakedness of a vulnerable heart. You’re stepping out in faith and the undeniable call sounds crazy to everyone around you.
Can you imagine the beauty under God’s Christmas tree? All these gifts we bring – we don’t have to impress him with a pretty package.
The sacrifices of God are a broken spirit;
a broken and contrite heart, O God, you will not despise.