Precious Gifts
Years ago, a little girl was reprimanded by her father for wasting a whole roll of gold wrapping paper. He reprimanded the child and sent her to her room. The next morning in spite of what had happened the night before, she appeared before her father with a huge box wrapped in gold wrapping paper and said, "Here Daddy, this is for you."
Swallowing hard, the man opened the box to find nothing inside and again reprimanded the child by telling her that, when you give a present, there is supposed to be something inside.
With tears in her eyes she said, "Daddy, the box isn't empty...I blew kisses into it for you."
The father hugged his child and begged for her forgiveness. He kept the box by his bed for years; and whenever he felt overwhelmed by life, he would open the box and take one of the precious gifts that his daughter had given him years before.
In this time of giving or at any time, let us remember that it truly isn't the gift, but the intent that matters most.
Swallowing hard, the man opened the box to find nothing inside and again reprimanded the child by telling her that, when you give a present, there is supposed to be something inside.
With tears in her eyes she said, "Daddy, the box isn't empty...I blew kisses into it for you."
The father hugged his child and begged for her forgiveness. He kept the box by his bed for years; and whenever he felt overwhelmed by life, he would open the box and take one of the precious gifts that his daughter had given him years before.
In this time of giving or at any time, let us remember that it truly isn't the gift, but the intent that matters most.
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