We spend our time working hard to teach our kids the beauty of giving, that it's better to give than receive, but we hide a secret behind our backs - not only is giving better, it's often easier.
It's hard sometimes to confront our need. It makes us wince to face our humility, to feel without distraction the moment where empty is filled, to be exposed as having nothing in return.
We'd take the Santa suit over the thin chatter of a child, all naked wanting and wide-eyed expectation, palms wide, no status to be shaken.
But without receiving, we miss the richness of giving.
Sometimes receiving means new pajamas, a surprise Yankee candle, a check in the mail. Sometimes it's a Honda. Sometimes it's a child.
We give and receive, we do so imperfectly, our worries and insecurities making waves while we sail on the grace that made both possible.
We give and receive, believing Emmanuel really is with us. And since it's true, we can't begin to separate our relationship with God and our relationships with our brothers and sisters, the bearers of His image.
We keep practicing this gift of receiving, of humbling our hearts enough to accept something we never earned, and we're one thump of a heartbeat closer to understanding the coming of our King.
He's with us.
He's all we ever needed, exactly what we always wanted, so we open our hands and receive Him.
*my canvas from the crafty party :)