A favourite moment in my memory was a day two beaming toddlers stood in front of me offering up a bunch each of yellow sour grass flowers. One bunch of similar lengths neatly held by the elder of the two. The other clutched in a tiny little fist complete with roots dangling from some of the ends. Their gifts were held up to me with certainty of welcome, surety of my delight.
There’s a massive difference between gifts of love and gifts of duty.
God is not interested in our pride based offerings. Those given to impress or those given to manipulate or those given for compulsion or tradition sake. He wants our heart. And He wants us to be sure of His welcome no matter the nature of the gift. He receives with delight.
This has been a VSP 🙂