The gift — the opened envelope in my hand — tears pour from my eyes and my heart sorrows with joyful thanksgiving. Moved beyond words by the generosity of friends. A stringless gift and yet I find myself tying strings to it. These acts of love dictate to my heart that I must show my gratitude. I stare at my empty hands. My sorrow fills me deeper. Depite nothing to give; grace abounds.
Grace – the unmerited favor and love of God, freely given. The picture of the gospel moves through my soul uneasily. I must have something! What can I do? What can I give? I stare at my empty hands. My sorrow fills me deeper. Depite nothing to give; grace abounds.
This act of love dictates to my heart that I must show my gratitude…
The one who offers thanksgiving as his sacrifice glorifies me; to one who orders his way rightly I will show the salvation of God!”
- Psalms 50:23