Gifts

A man I work with recently left a gift for me by my desk. It was candies that he and his wife had prepared. I met with him later in the day and as he got up to leave my office I said "Thanks for the gift. It is very meaningful." He stopped and looked me in the eyes and struck this chord..."Mike, that is not truly a gift. There are billions of people in this world and somehow, someway, our paths crossed and I got to know you and work with you. That's a gift and a blessing."

Poignant.

Yesterday our family gathered in Williamstown, WV to celebrate Christmas, birthdays and the New Year with my wife's parents and sisters et al. We shared stories about our lives and pictures, videos of our recent adventures. My mother-in-law and father-in-law talked of the history of the family, events that had shaped them and led them to the house we had all gathered in. We had eighteen people gathered, in various stages of life's blessings. Poignant.

Our gift is what we make of our lives to help others. How we prepare the way for those around us and those to come.


I gave my best for Him. Then He smiled at me.