Have you ever given someone a Christmas gift—and you knew immediately it was a fail? You could tell by the look on their face or the way they lamely thanked you—or the fact that they shoved the gift under all the wrappings on the floor. It’s disheartening. I’ve had a person like that on my list. I can spend hours thinking about the gift, search through every store and online, spend more money on them than anyone else...and still feel like I’ve failed.
I was thinking about this recently (because I was shopping for them again), and it occurred to me that I may have done that with God. So I asked. “God, have you ever given me a gift which I apparently didn’t like and just tossed aside?” I immediately heard, “Yes!” (He didn’t have to answer so quickly!) So I asked which gift I’d rejected. To which he replied, “The gift of writing.” I tried arguing, “But I write all the time—blogs and...stuff.” And he was silent. Because he knew that I knew what he meant. He meant fiction. I’ve toyed with the wrappings of that gift but had never picked it up and used it. So I told him right there that I wanted to embrace each gift he’s given me—and he might have to remind me of the other gifts I’ve rejected.
It hurts when a gift is rejected. Remember that this Christmas. And if you have the courage, ask God which of his gifts you’ve rejected.