Brown Paper Packages

This is the excerpt for your very first post.

It was a Christmas I will never forget. I had asked for a baton. That was my number one gift on my list and there wasn’t one package under that tree that looked like a baton. Growing up, we always had a nice Christmas.
This one was no exception, but I didn’t see a baton anywhere in sight.


Christmas morning, after opening many many presents, my sister decided to give me the gift that she had purchased for me. It was in a large rectangular box. I’m pretty sure it was made to hold a coat or a large blanket.

As I opened it, there lay my new baton stretching itself from corner to diagonal corner!

I went on to use that baton through middle school & high school as a majorette.

As I reflect on this, my mind wanders to packaging.

How many times have we prayed to God and asked Him for something and it came in a package that we least expected.

Perhaps you prayed for more joy in your life and God gave you a special needs child. You didn’t see where joy fit in at first, but you do now. That child can make you smile and laugh like no other.

Perhaps you’ve asked for more patience and God gave you this pesky neighbor.

He or she is not someone you look forward to dealing with on a daily basis, but as you reflect today, you have definitely been learning patience.

Perhaps you’ve asked for companion. You dread the lonely evening hours.

And now as you reflect, God has indeed been your companion.

Father, Thank you for your gifts that you give in abundance.

Thank you for knowing us better than we know ourselves.

Matthew 7:11

“If you then, though you are evil, know how to give good gifts to your children, how much more will your Father in heaven give good gifts to those who ask Him!”

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