When someone gives you a gift, you hope they take the time to go to the store and pick out something special for you. Something you will treasure for the rest of your life or at least something you can use or might need. Maybe the gift is something you never thought about, but you end up keeping the gift forever, a keepsake. As we all know, the gifts we sometimes get are gifts we don’t want, will never use, or end up selling at a yard sale. Some gifts, if bad enough, we just plain throw away. Every once in a while we will get a gift, put it in the closet and bring it out next year and re-gift it to someone else.
I often felt at times I have been re-gifted. A gift God brought into this world, but wasn’t really sure what to do with. I was a gift used for its purposed and then thrown away. I was produced, not wanted and re-gifted to a stranger who had a need. As soon as the need was fulfilled, I became used, set aside; to be re-gifted yet once again. I was a gift left to be found.
And I was found. I was found by my husband. He didn’t realize at the time how many times I had been re-wrapped. He didn’t realize how broken of a gift I was. In his eyes I was “brand new”.
To this day my husband still makes me feel like a special gift. He has never once given up on me, been disappointed in me, or loved me any less. He has never abandon me, cheated on me or hurt me in anyway. He just loves me. We are each other’s keepsakes.
I know God has a plan for me, just as he does for all of us. If God’s plan was to re-gift me for other’s to find hope, I find strength in that. If God’s plan for me was to find courage to create my own gift’s; then I must have faith in his plan. If God’s plan was to inspire and love, then God can re-gift me over and over again.
I know the value of the gifts I have been given and I have yet to re-gift a one of them!
Luv, luv,
Julie
