Call to Action199“Where’s your childhood wonder? The joy? The excite-
ment? You’re like... you’re like... old- people kids! Remember
your wish lists? Those notebooks you’ve been writing in all
year? Remember all the things you’ve been dropping not- so-
subtle hints about for the past eleven months? Those toys
you’ve been wishing for? It’s all right there. Right over there
under the tree, just waiting for you.”
And yet my forty- year- old children were playing chess,
reading books, and crocheting a scarf. Don’t get me wrong,
I love my old- people kids, and I’m thankful Christmas means
much more to them than the presents. But that memory has
served as a wonderful example to me.
Everything they wanted, hoped for, dreamed of all year
long was within reach. It was all right there under the tree.
Their greatest wishes were already purchased, they were
already theirs, just waiting to be unwrapped.
My Wish List
I may not write them down in an itemized spiral notebook, but
I have a mental list of wishes:
- I wish I weren’t so insecure.
- I wish I didn’t feel so overwhelmed.
- I wish I were more self- disciplined.
- I wish I were a more gracious wife.
- I wish I were a more patient mom.
- I wish I were a more thoughtful friend.
- I wish I had more faith.