I commend the thoughtfulness and intentionality of my youngest son. I commend it because I take no credit for it; it is a reflection of the way God has wired him. On Saturday, after leaving here, he called back to ask if it was my birthday on Sunday. Yes. That was all he wanted to know. On Sunday, before coming back here, he called to wish me Happy Birthday. That was all he wanted to say. This morning, after waking up, he handed me this envelope: “Here’s for turning 35” (he was off by a year). Inside was his note: “I know it’s not much because it was unakspecked (unexpected) but…Happy Birthday! Love, Jon.” He included $3.50. The love of a child for his father is humbling. So how am I doing as a child of God? Am I thinking of what to give and then giving it? It’s a question worth considering today.
When I became a father I was blessed with a new layer of understanding just how much God loves us.
There are distinct advantages to being the executive interior decorator in a home. Consult the Master Designer and go! This, for me, will be a tangible expression of a lesson I learned on receiving. When we receive a compliment or any gift, we ought to say “Thank you very much.” And, at the end of the day, place those at the foot of the cross where they belong. Interestingly, when I first did this I did not realize that the best position for painting “thank you” would be on my knees. But it is. This is above my nightstand so that I cannot miss it at the end of the day.