there is something about christmas that makes everyone feel like a kid again. maybe it is the memories of trying to stay awake to hear santa’s reindeer on the roof above you. maybe it is the presence of family and the chatter of loved ones. or, maybe it is the thought of taking something hidden, something packaged, sealed, and wrapped, and unwrapping it.

i don’t know about you but i am terrible at wrapping gifts. i fret and worry more than anyone else and by the time i have completed the task it is no longer christmas and the easter bunny is knocking on my door. all of this angst comes from my brother. he could create an immaculate package without scissors or tape, one that would make even macy’s jealous about. i know that once the package is open it no longer matters how it looked when it was wrapped. but before the unwrapping begins, before the paper is torn and the ribbon is untied, there the package sits. it is a mystery to all but the giver of the gift and if prepared right it is surely a sight to see.

i cannot see my gift. i cannot see the package God has laid out and wrapped for me. i can’t see the ornate shell, the tied silk ribbon, or even the shadow of a bow. i see nothing. i have felt hints of what the package may contain and even sensed the directions where it may be hidden but no matter where i search or how i feel, i cannot find my gift. i know that as i move closer and closer to graduation i am one step closer to unwrapping. i am trusting that though i do not know what it is, my gift will be everything God has and everything i need.