Sunday Song

James 1:16-18
Don’t be deceived, my dear brothers and sisters. Every good and perfect gift is from above, coming down from the Father of the heavenly lights, who does not change like shifting shadows. He chose to give us birth through the word of truth, that we might be a kind of firstfruits of all he created.

Luke 11:11-13
“Which of you fathers, if your son asks for a fish, will give him a snake instead? Or if he asks for an egg, will give him a scorpion? If you then, though you are evil, know how to give good gifts to your children, how much more will your Father in heaven give the Holy Spirit to those who ask him!”

I love giving gifts. I love shopping for them, carefully picking them out–or noticing something rather quickly that just “fits” someone–and I especially love the act of giving the gift. I think I’m more excited to give things than I am to receive gifts (well, I wouldn’t turn down someone’s heartfelt gift).

However, all the gifts in the world…anything I could manage to give, do not compare, nor will they ever, to the gifts that God is capable of giving–beginning, most importantly with the gift of salvation, through His gift of Christ.

I used to have a saying (at times still do), “God doesn’t give snakes.”  (This usually applied to men, especially after the heartbreaking stuff…well, among other things disappointment-related).

Think of everything God has gifted you, even in hindsight of the things that were during rough and/or bad times…everything was good that He gave…He never truly disappointed, did he?

Sometimes those bad things lead to the biggest and best gifts ever…God doesn’t give snakes.


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