December Eighteenth; If I Could Give a Gift

I’m sitting here, in my usual spot with my second cup of coffee near by. The bright morning sun is flooding in my windows with a near blinding intensity. From the front porch I can hear the occasional music from my wind chimes as the breeze plays a tune. I’ve already spoken with my mother this morning. She and dad had to make a trip yesterday that took a couple of hours for a doctor visit. The trip back through rush hour traffic. At their age, that is concerning, but they made it with no issues. I, have the ingredients to make the brownies I love. Well that is a variety of statements isn’t it? All are happy thoughts.

I enjoy telling people that I live, where I grew up. This place is filled with the magic of memories made, and the potential ones waiting their turn. Even my adult son, has a carefully hidden respect for this place. Being an adult, he doesn’t want to get all giddy about a place after all. Just don’t mention NASCAR that will stir up the enthusiasm quickly. 

One of my favorite movies has to be Hook. It is simply so much fun to watch. When Robin Williams as Peter Pan had to find his happy thought and did, was a moment. The sheer joy that thought produced.

What is your happy thought? Think about it, even if we try to deny it, we all have at least one. In Hook, Peter’s happy thought was the birth of his son, Jack. I remember the morning my new born son was placed on my chest. A child I had begun to wonder if I would ever be blessed to have. I was thirty after all, that clock was ticking.

 There have been times, when we would go on vacation, and have a grand time. But pulling in that driveway and seeing home, brought a smile. 

I once watched a lady buy a meal for someone who was hungry. Discreetly standing back, off to one side as they told the person, choose what you want. This was someone in real need, even as they had been begging for money, they did not turn down the offer of a meal. I walked away in tears at the expression of appreciation and sheer joy on that hungry person’s face. 

A couple of years ago, I was at a grocery store which that morning was one of the locations for a toy run. The trucks were marked by age of child. I watched as a young girl walked past my car, tightly holding that box. Her smile was huge, the smile on the face of the adult who was with her, was bigger. 

I think that many of us tend to forget. We look at the neighbors, at coworkers, at the commercials on television and see what they have and we don’t. 

I know someone who is content, no actually excited, to live in a mobile home closing in on forty years old. It isn’t fancy, isn’t elaborate. It is safe, it is warm. It is in the country where they can open the back door and watch the deer play in the back yard. They have wildlife come visit. A possum that will wander in that back door to say hello. A racoon that has laid claim to the front porch and is seen often. They have talked of hummingbirds that fly in the back door and spend time hanging out with them. Materialistically, they don’t have a lot, but joyfully, they are beyond wealthy.

 I think, it is important that we change our perspective. Material things don’t last. They are at best temporary. Material things, can create a greed and a lust for more, if we allow them to become too important. Is it enough to have a vehicle that takes us where we need to go, or must we have the newest, biggest, the most bells and whistles, available? Is it enough, to have a place that keeps us safe and warm, or must we have that mansion on a hill?

I have a very bad habit of saying, “I’d love to have…” or, “that would be cool to have” or any variety of adding to a mental wish list that I tend to verbalize from time to time. Even as I know, I don’t need and often don’t really want the item. Stuff, I don’t need. Material things simply add to the clutter. I have clothing I don’t wear, but think, just one more sweater, one more pair of boots. I can only wear one at a time. I have to learn to smile, move on and remain silent. Being fully content with what I have, because what I have is more than enough. One more won’t make me happier.

 Is it enough, can it not be enough, to have family and friends who love us and the special memories and moments that they bring? Is it not enough, can it not be enough, to know and believe in a baby that was born to save the world through love and sacrifice? He had no earthly home, no job with a paycheck. What He had, was a mission of love. A mission to bring that biggest, best, happy thoughts of all, forgiveness and salvation.

About rebecca s revels

A writer, a photographer, a cancer survivor. An adventurer of the mild kind, a lover of the simple pleasures such as long walks and chocolate. A Christian unashamed of my faith and a friend who is dependable and will encourage readily. Author of three self published books with more waiting to find their way to paper. An advocate of good things, a fighter against wrongs.
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2 Responses to December Eighteenth; If I Could Give a Gift

  1. Aimee P says:

    Wonderful post! God bless you! ❤️🙏🏼

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