My eldest son has been making some really terrible choices lately, and the last thing I want to do is give this kid a bunch of presents on Christmas morning. And yet, here I am, cruising Amazon for any last minute things that might make his face light up, knowing that a Darth Vader clock will rock his world and it’s another perfect way to tell him that I love him, and that I know his heart.

And then I had the realization that this is exactly what my Father in Heaven does…every day, just for me. No matter how many times I screw up during the day, God still wants to shower me with gifts, knowing exactly what will make me smile, and feel the most loved.

I needed that Christmas parallel this holiday season.