My granddaughter is about to turn two.  This morning I pulled out the old VHS tape of her mother’s second birthday party.  I laughed.  I was shocked at how much of my hair has turned gray and turned loose.  Also, I cried like a baby.  You see, that video contained a few brief moments with my mother and sister.  I officiated at both of their funerals.

 

Now, I wasn’t just crying from nostalgia.  I was crying from a convicted heart.  I was reminded how much I’ve kept The Gift of God to myself.

 

My mom was in the hospital, in her last few hours, before I ever shared with her how much Jesus means to me.  I guess I thought she should have seen it in all my endless “religious” activities.  It doesn’t work that way.  In God’s economy gifts are always to be shared, not hoarded and held, not pushed away under the false assumption that a “picture’s worth a thousand words.”

 

So, with whom are you failing to share The Gift?  It is possible to wait too long.