I set the bag containing the beloved toys, in his favorite shade of gray, on the counter to keep them out of his sight until I could put them in the attic (and now I've given away my present hiding spot...).
On my way upstairs I paused and set the bag down to gather a couple other things that needed to go up. When I turned around there was Frank alerting me of the presence of the balls. It was as if he was thinking "There they are, all this time! (He loses them like it's his job.) Could you get them out of that mesh trap please?"
I would have been heartless to put them all away. Seriously, look at that face. Plus, he would have whined until Christmas at the door he saw them last go through. So I took one out for him. It made me truly joyful to see him so happy.
He has been treasuring that ball all evening and bounces the spit laden wonder toward you with pride. (Sidenote: I just heard it bounce down the stairs).
I got to thinking how God loves to bless us too, how pleased it makes Him to see us happy. Yet, He knows the perfect time to take the gift out of the attic (...and how to perfectly hide it from us). Sometimes when we get the gift it seems way overdue , but He knew it was right on time.
This Christmastime I find myself grateful for God's infinite wisdom, and that it included a way for me to get to Him. More than any gift ever, and more than ever, I treasure this.
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