This is a little information I hate to tell but you already know I am pretty much an open book. Being an open book is not always good and I have tried to become a little more discreet in my information. But, I have to tell you about the flowers because I know there is a lesson to be learned.
My friend’s husband brings her flowers most every Friday. In my opinion, over the years I I I I I certainly deserve flowers every Friday but never get them. I have even let it be known, in front of my man, that I never get flowers. I mean it has been years since HE brought home a little bunch of flowers.
Sooooooooooooooooooo there is a store here in Lincoln that has a really nice bouquet for $5 on Friday and my friend’s husband always gets her 2 bunches–$10. A couple of weekend’s ago I decided to stop and buy myself one measly bunch of flowers. I brought them home and put them in a vase. Secretly probably thinking this would make HIM feel a little bad that he didn’t bring them. He didn’t say a word.
When we came home from the Friday evening meeting, on the counter I found two $5 Friday specials. I squealed with delight asking my fella if he had bought them for me——-NO, he didn’t. I quickly realized our friends have a key to the house and I knew where the flowers came from.
A week and a half later the flowers are still on my counter, I weed out the wilted ones everyday and change the water and I have certainly enjoyed the gift of flowers. If you’re wondering if I have gotten flowers from Bob the answer is no. I would guess in his own sweet time he will get some because he wants to not because I have badgered him into getting them.
Sooooooooooooooo where is the punch line you may be asking? Well, maybe I’m making more of this than I should but here goes. First I tried to get what I wanted by badgering, then I just got what I wanted by getting it myself. What I really enjoyed was the surprise of the gift. Now you know where I’m going don’t you. The GIFT.
The GIFT–we may try to work things out on our own but it will usually be inferior. It’s the gift, the thing we don’t do anything for other than accept it. The GIFT that Jesus gave us, we can’t buy it our self, we can’t even badger Him into giving it to us because it is already ours.
IDK maybe I am off base but it makes sense to me.