Today I’m joining with the community over at Emily Freeman’s Chatting at the Sky blog to Unwrap Tuesdays. If you missed my post last night with more information, you can check it out here.
The gift I have had given to me today comes in the form of a Tim Horton’s timbit. For those non-Canadians reading this, a timbit is a donut hole as made by the iconic Canadian donut/coffee shop- Tim Horton’s.
In the midst of a moment where I found myself upset, I looked down to see this face.
My generous boy, with a heart that noticed his mother was not in the best of spirits, chose to take one of his birthday timbits and offer it to me. The perceived value of a chocolate timbit to a 6 year old is immense, so this was no small gift.
This boy and his brothers are some of God’s greatest gifts to me. They are boys who love their family and love God with all of their hearts. Even to the point of sharing their precious timbits. Even with their little brother.
Precious acts of generosity to remind me of the greatest gift of all, the Christ child we celebrate at Advent.
Since August 2012, when I sat on our back porch with Torren flipping somersalts in my belly, I have tried to count my daily blessings. I had one finger tucked in the pages of Ann Voscamp‘s 1000 Gifts and was convicted that although I was surrounded by God’s gifts, I rarely took the time to name them. To claim them.
So I took my first picture. Tagged with the hastag #yearofthankfulness.
And then another.
For the past year and a half I have tried to document those little daily gifts that God has blessed me with. But I have grown lax in the past six months. I am still thankful, but my documentation has suffered.
For the season of Advent, I’m joining Emily Freeman (of Chatting at the Sky) for Tuesdays Unwrapped. Emily describes the day as this:
We celebrate on purpose the lovely, the messy, and the unexpected gifts of our daily rhythm. I hope you’ll choose one gift of your ordinary day and find the miracle secret it holds. Write it out, breathe it in, capture its image, see it new.
So today and for the Tuesdays of Advent I am going to “unwrap” one of the gifts God has given me. Come back later today for my first “unwrapping”.
“Were you there when they crucified my Lord? Were you there when they crucified my Lord? Oh, oh, oh…” the little voice sounded across the still auditorium. My son, Payton, was helping my husband serve communion at our church, singing his song as an invitation to remember Christ’s sacrifice. I loved hearing his earnestness, his sincerity as he asked the age old question. And at that moment, I was thankful that Mrs. Campbell loved Jesus enough, and loved my son enough, to teach him that song and in doing so, to partner with us in training Payton to love God and love others.
Raising children in our culture to become adults who have a vibrant relationship with Jesus is hard on the best of days, completely overwhelming on the worst. I am thankful that God has provided other people to aid us in this task. I am thankful for teachers at CHS who model godly morals and behaviour and who teach the curriculum from a biblical worldview. I am thankful for members of our church who teach my sons about God and his Word. And as Payton’s song echoed from the kindergarten class concert many months earlier, it is obvious that these truths are forming his mind and heart. A very sweet song indeed.
A Sweet Song first appeared in the Christian Heritage School Connect Newsletter. Go to www.chsbrandon.ca to learn more or subscribe to the newsletter.