Kathryn, Anne, Susan, and Julie all sat around Susan’s dining table, coffee mugs in hand, Christmas music softly streaming in the background.

           “Have any of you ladies started your Christmas shopping yet?” Julie asked.

           Kathryn laughed. “You can bet Anne is already finished. She’s a master at gift-giving.”

           Anne shrugged. “I do my shopping throughout the year. Whenever I’m inspired by something I see or something someone says, I act on it.”

           “That’s one thing I love about you, Anne,” Kathryn said. “You always pick the perfect gift.”

           “Speaking of perfect gifts,” Susan said, “what is the best gift you ever received?”

           Silence descended across the table as the ladies considered their answers. Anne was the first to speak. “Two years ago, Mark arranged for my mom to come and stay with the kids for two days. He took me away to a little rental cabin where we played board games by the fire, snowshoed around the woods, and focused on one another. I love my children dearly, but that break from cooking, cleaning, laundry, and parenting refreshed my soul and recharged our marriage.”

           “So your best gift was a gift of thoughtfulness and time,” Kathryn said.

            Anne studied the brown liquid in her mug before answering. “Yes. I believe it was.” She looked around the table. “What about you?”

            Julie bit her lip, deep in thought. “My best gift was from my dad. He’s a good man, but doesn’t say much. When I moved out on my own for the first time, he handed me a giant cardboard box. In magic marker across the side, it read ‘Stuff you’ll need.’ I started to open the box, but he shook his head and told me to open it when I got to my new apartment.”

           The other ladies leaned in closer. “What was in the box?” Susan asked.

           Julie laughed. “A toolbox with duct tape, hammer, nails, and everything else you’d need to fix minor issues, an emergency kit for the car with jumper cables, and a Bible with a note that read I won’t always be around to fix everything for you, but God will.” Julie took a sip of her coffee and gazed at her friends. “I’ve used the tools, unfortunately needed the jumper cables last year, but the thing that meant the most in that box was the note in the Bible. That gift showed me my dad wanted to take care of me, but pointed me toward the One who could always help.”

           Anne blotted her eyes with a napkin and squeezed Julie’s arm. “That is so sweet.” She turned to Kathryn. “You’re next.”

          “This is a hard question,” Kathryn said. “If I’d known there was going to be a test, I would have studied.”
            “Ha ha,” Anne said. “You never know what will come up we get together. Now start talking.”

            Kathryn rose from her chair and walked over toward the window, gazing out over the grass below, brown this time of year. She turned back toward the table and her eyes met each of her friends’.
            “You all know I grew up without my dad. My mom did the best she could, but we never had much money. I was determined to get the best education possible, so I’d never have to depend on someone else to get by. Science fascinated me, and I wanted to go to the best college I could in order to fulfill my dream of being a scientist. Problem was, college is expensive.”

            Julie nodded. “That’s for sure.”

            Kathryn continued. “When I was a senior in high school, my guidance counsellor called me into his office. I figured he wanted to talk to me about what schools I planned to apply to. When I got there, my chemistry teacher was sitting there with him. I didn’t know what to think.” She turned and faced the window again. A bright red cardinal flew to the bird feeder, its feathers a stark contrast to the drab browns around it.

         “The year before, a girl in my school passed away from leukemia. She loved science as well and hoped one day to find a cure for her disease. Her parents had saved up money for her to attend college.” Kathryn walked back over to the table and reclaimed her seat. “Her parents asked the school if there were any other girls who wanted to pursue science that could use some financial help.” Tears filled Kathryn’s eyes. “They paid for my college education as if I were their own daughter.”

           “Wow, Kathryn,” Susan said. “You never told us that before.”

           “It never came up,” Kathryn said. “But I still exchange Christmas cards with the family, telling them whatever I can about my career.” She turned to Susan. “That leaves you. You started all this. What’s the best gift you ever received?”

            Susan smiled. “That’s easy. A second chance.”

            Anne’s eyebrows raised. “Go on.”

           “I grew up in a loving Christian home. My parents were wonderful. I was a surprise, born to them in their 40s, eighteen years after my sister was born. They doted on me, but I wanted to do things my own way. I thought of them as smothering.”

           “I’ve never heard you speak of your parents as anything but perfect,” Anne said.

            “I was a dumb teenager,” Susan said. “I grew up in the church, but never really accepted any of it for myself. I went each week to Sunday service and youth group, but it was mostly because it was expected of me. I cared about my parents and wanted to please them, but my heart wasn’t really in it.”

            “What changed?” Julie asked.

            “My best friend died in a car accident. I was supposed to be with her that day, but I woke up with terrible cramps and couldn’t go.” Susan blew out a long breath. “I withdrew for a while after that. My parents didn’t know what to do with me. One day, I answered the door to find my youth director Connie standing there. She took one look at me, with my unwashed hair and my sweatpants, and told me we were going out for milkshakes, no questions asked. The whole time we walked to the ice cream shop, I worried about what she would say.”

           Susan gazed at her friends. “It was the hardest conversation I ever had in my entire life. She told me God saved me for a reason. That he loved Jenny too, but Jenny was in heaven with him now. Connie looked straight into my eyes and told me God didn’t allow me to be in that car because I wouldn’t be going to heaven.”

           Anne gasped. “I can’t believe she said that.”

          Susan shook her head. “She was right. I hadn’t accepted Christ, so I wasn’t headed to heaven. Connie sat there with me for an hour and a half, explaining how much God loved me. By the time she was done and the milkshakes were drained, I’d poured out my heart and accepted Jesus. The gift she gave me that day, while on the surface was a milkshake, was actually eternal life.”

         The ladies were silent at that point, contemplating the precious gifts they’d been given. Finally, Anne lifted her voice in prayer.

         “Dear Father, thank you for the gifts you’ve allowed us to receive. Thank you for the friendship of these dear ladies and the people you’ve brought into our lives to help us become the women You want us to be. In Jesus’ name, Amen.”

James 1:17

Every good and perfect gift is from above, coming down from the Father of the heavenly lights, who does not change like shifting shadows.

Dear God,

You are the source of all good gifts. Thank You for all the blessings You’ve given to us. Thank You for this season of giving, and help us to remember You are the reason for this season. As we choose gifts for others, please help us to remember the best ones cannot be bought in stores. In Jesus’ name, Amen.

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