As a mother of 5, I have received my share of gifts. Some I have treasured and some I have wondered how I could return them without hurting feelings. Sometimes I wondered what my child was thinking when they got me a particular gift. Other times, I would get what I wanted. Sometimes, it would be perfect. Other times, it would fall short of my expectations. I feel sorry for my kids. I am not great at hiding my emotions or putting on a show. I’m not very sentimental.

One thing I have learned over the years is that I could probably guess which one of my kids gave me a particular present without reading a card or having them hand it to me.

Like the Mother’s Day present pictured above. This was from my middle child, Andrew. Even though he was right there with me, I would have known it was from him. He is always thoughtful and he likes to give unusual gifts. I still remember getting things like a chocolate fountain or a s’mores maker. I also know he tends to be a last-minute shopper, often buying his gifts on his way to whatever celebration.

My kids are unique. And their impressions of what I would like are unique to them. Every mother recognizes a gift of love. Sometimes, you just have to get over the actual gift and look to the giver.

I think the same is true in the spiritual world. I am experiencing ”gifts” that I would like to return. I recognize that these ”gifts” are not good and perfect. I know they didn’t come from my family, my Father. I know his gifts because I know him.

Every gift God freely gives is good and perfect, streaming down from the Father of lights, who shines from the heavens with no shadow or darkness and is never subject to change.

James 1:17 – TPT

I think, too, my Father will buy back these unwanted ”gifts” and give me something better. So when I hear news from the doctor that I have a growth on my kidney, I will take it to Jesus and see what I get in return.