All of my gifts have been purchased, wrapped and piled beneath the tree.
Yet amid all the colour and glittering paper, there is nothing for Jesus. What can I bring to a King Who is worthy of more than I could ever imagine.
What does my Savior deserve? A trinket? A token? What do I offer to the One Who gave His life for mine?
I pondered. I prayed. I worshipped. Then faithful as always, the Holy Spirit placed His Word in my heart. I had never before considered this as a Christmas scripture, yet it perfectly states the very offering I had been searching for.
I appeal to you therefore, brethren, and beg of you in view of [all] the mercies of God, to make a decisive dedication of your bodies [presenting all your members and faculties] as a living sacrifice, holy (devoted, consecrated) and well pleasing to God, which is your reasonable (rational, intelligent) service and spiritual worship. Romans 12:1 Amplified
I shall give myself back to the One Who saved me, for indeed I am no longer my own, I was bought with His blood.
I think of all the time I spend adorning the packages I give to my loved ones. This year, may I spend as much time in prayer, asking God to cleanse and purify that which has become sullied.
I am offering all that I have and all that I am, that I might be holy and wholly His.