Every good gift and every perfect gift is from above, andcomes down from the Father of lights, with whom there is
no variation or shadow of turning (Jas. 1:17).
Al and I have known one another since we were six years old—more than half a century now! Our oldest son turned forty three days before Christmas, and even our grandchildren aren’t babies anymore. Life has a way of zooming right along, doesn’t it?
One of the best things that comes from knowing someone for so long is that we instinctively know what sort of gift to buy—or not. My husband realizes I’m the practical sort and would much rather get a gift that I can put to good use (like a new toaster or blender to replace the one that just broke down) than one I can do nothing but polish and stare at—and pray I don’t lose!—like a diamond ring. This year he outdid himself: He didn’t just get me a good gift; he got me the perfect gift. It’s an ergonomic, wireless keyboard and mouse, which I’m using right now and loving every minute of it. It’s a gift that says, “I love you and know you well enough to realize this is the gift you want and need so you can continue to pursue your passion of writing with a lot more comfort and ease.” In fact, I hadn’t even hinted to him that I would like something like this, though it had crossed my mind a few times. I didn’t have to; he just knew.
