Gifts for the Soul
From close friends and family, I always get the gifts that I want, and not necessarily need. This special set of people, for whom I need not wear make-up nor dress-up, know exactly what they are!
Two gifts that hit bulls-eye were from third son, his wife, and their son on their last visit to the country.
Their first gift is this bag designed with nothing but books, books, books—the reasons for my happy and busy days.
Inside this bag was the second gift—a painting kit (acrylic, my medium), complete with a tiny easel and a canvas, the reasons for my happy and restful days.
I put the bag to use by packing it with my teaching ammo and my chronological Bible (gift from first son), which is what I read in my in-between hours—between waiting for and finally consulting with my doctor; between one class and the next; between appointments; between whatever.
I put the painting kit to work and came up with this:
The gifts that I want are what I call gifts for the soul, or, as I had already written in three volumes, Gifts of Grace.
"We love because he first loved us.” 1 John 4:19 (ESV)