The Perfect Gift

perfectgift5perfectgift1It was one of those days where I was rushing here and there and trying to do three things at once, because once 5pm comes, life slows down a little at our house as it heaves into an evening sigh.

Yes, it was just another normal day, like most are, when I pulled into our driveway and noticed a small package and mail on the steps of our front door.

Not having recently ordered anything, I wondered what it was.

I lugged a few bags of groceries into the house and then examined the mail.

Interesting. The package was from my sister.

I figured it was her returning something she had borrowed.

perfectgift6Now here is a tidbit about myself. I grew up in a family that didn’t celebrate Christmas or birthdays. And funny thing, so did my husband. So together we have two people who never received many gifts or even think about giving gifts much because it is not part of our culture or tradition. We end up showing our love in other ways.

Okay, don’t think we are scrooges. Yes, we buy gifts for our children and celebrate birthdays and Christmas, but my husband and I are more the type who will sees a gift and then gives it to our children or each other for no reason.

My siblings and I rarely give gifts to each other. Not sure why or why not. Just don’t. Probably because we never did growing up.

We visit each other and make wonderful meals for each other, take each other places and pay for it, and give gifts of time and attention more than things. Although, we may send each other a birthday card.

If there was a gift giver in my family of origin, it would have to be my dad. He always sent birthday cards and gave gifts on his visits, and sometimes just because. Once I was complaining to him about not being able to find my favorite pencil and pen, because they had also turned into my son’s favorite writing utensils. Shortly afterwards, dad sent me several pens and pencils with a note to hide them so I would be able to use them when I got the urge.

perfectgift2Anyway, all that to say, if I get a package on my doorstep, a gift is not my first thought, or even my tenth.

So I opened the box, thinking it was DVDs my sister was returning. Imagine my surprise when I pulled out some shopping bags, used for packing material, and unwrapped some tissue paper and there was a short note from my sister saying that when she saw this it reminded her of me. It had also made her laugh.

Now laughter, is something my sister and I do a lot of when we are together. So I was intrigued and wondered what it was.

It turned out to be a gift from my sister, and sent just because.

The back was mint green and made of wood. I turned the small plaque over and read it. And I also had to laugh. This is what it said:
perfectgift7It was the perfect gift. The perfect reminder that she will always be there for me and love me and want the best for me. And even if I want to get away from her, I can’t. Because no matter what, she will always be my sister and there is nothing I can do to change that fact. Nothing. Nada.

And you know what. That is a comforting thought. A reassuring thought. Who doesn’t want someone guarding their back? Loving them unconditionally?

And the same is true if you are a child of God.

perfectgiftquote2He is there for you because you are his child. No matter what you say or do or how you act. He is there through thick and thin. Famine and feast. Ship wreck and home wreck. On the mountain top and in the valley. He is our father and we are his children. Nothing can separate us, even death.

And now that we are his children. There is nothing we can do about it. So sit back and enjoy it. Revel in your position. Enjoy his gifts.

I put the plaque on a shelf in my office. And when I look at it, it always brings a smile. Sometimes a laugh.


My sister and I

perfectgift3Join the Discussion: Have you gotten a perfect gift from someone? Or maybe a recent surprise?

Life as it Comes #15 | The Irritating Robot Voice

The Irritating Robot Voice

A humerous podcast about life.

Sometimes a quick trip to the grocery store and self-checking a cart of items turns into your worst nightmare. How quick can you say self-checkout? A lot quicker than it actually takes to argue and wrestle items past the irritating robot voice.




I don’t know who designed this self-checking machine, but the person had to be tone deaf. Maybe even deaf. The voice is a mixture of crabby, bossy, self-righteous, incredulous, and fingers on the chalkboard irritating. It causes grown men to cry, women to kick it, and children to wet the bed.


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A Peek at My Week

peekatmyweek2peekatmyweek3My Biggest Blunder this Week (Also My Biggest Laugh)

I am talking with two friends when A says, “Okay, I am going to share a story with you. It’s a little,” and she shakes her head, “embarrassing. I hope it doesn’t cause your opinion of me to drop any lower.”

“Don’t worry,” I interject, “my opinion of you can’t fall any lower than it already is.”

Friend B says, “So it’s already that low?”

By now we three are laughing and I am trying to dig myself out of my word hole which is leaking water like crazy.

“What I meant was that nothing you share could lower my opinion of you.”

“So you admit it is pretty low?”

(Once again I learn that my mouth and mind are not on the same radio frequency. But like I said, it also caused quite a spree of laughter. And from shared laughter comes much good.)


Something I am enjoying this week:

 Cooler evenings and mornings with just a slight hint of fall.


Something I am glad I did this week:

Reconnected with an old friend I hadn’t seen or talked to for a long time. Nothing fancy, just a walk in the park, iced tea at Starbucks, and soul connecting conversation.


Something I am enjoying wearing this week:

Black and white floral shorts. Not only are they comfortable, but they are so me.


A kitchen success this week:

Turkey Pumpkin Chili

As I am making it, I read the ingredient list four times wondering where are the beans? I have never made chili that did not call for beans.  A few more ingredients go into the pot and I carefully read the instructions three times, thinking there is a mistake and the beans were shorted or forgotten. I am on a mission to find the beans and make sure they are put in the pot. No success. I find no beans anywhere in this recipe. Finally, I figure maybe it doesn’t have any beans and continue cooking the chili. It turned out to be tasty, even without beans. I later learn that not all chili has beans.


Greatest frustration the week:

Technology, of course. Hands down. All I am saying is that it had to do with two picture programs on my computer who were as combatable as two tom cats sharing a tiny cage.


Best gift this week:

A plaque from my sister, which I will write about soon.


Something I was craving this week:

Coconut cream pie.


Most relaxing evening this week:

Sitting on a porch strung with twinkly lights as the night descended into quiet darkness.


Something I learned this week:

Sometimes in relationships it is necessary to hit the restart button. To forget about the past and start anew with better habits, new memories, a fresh slate.

(Isn’t this what God does? Each day and mercy is new.)


peekatmyweek5The bible verse I am trying to put into practice this week:

Ephesians 4:2 “Don’t be proud. Be completely gentle. Be patient. Put up with each other in love.”


The perfect mood changer:

A hug or shared laughter. (Especially after technology glitches.)

Hope you had a good week too.

Join the discussion: Share something from your week.