The Giver of the Gift

A neglected little girl sat alone on a hill in the gently blowing breeze of a summer day. Alone as she was accustomed to, she prayed and praised and worshiped God who loves her. She knew Him so well because she had so much time alone. And one day, after praying yet again for someone to love, she sees before her a stray dog. The dog is investigating who she is and needs a home and food. Knowing full well the pain of hunger and homelessness, she takes in the stray to her modest shack. The stray seems at home, though still disappears some nights. But she is happy for family and to have someone to love who needs her. One day, the stray does not come home. She looks and it has chosen a home down the street in a nicer part of town, as it is still a wild animal after all. The girl is heartbroken. Her new family, her dog she poured herself into for so long, her semi constant companion is gone, decided to throw her away and mock her careful care, another rejection in a long line of them. She thought he had been her gift from God, sent as she was praying to Him. Alone now, she mourns, she cries, part of her dies. And yet, there is a memory that returns. Her alone time with God on her hill. She had not been to that hill since she had brought the stray home. She remembered days past spending time just talking to God for hours, Him being the only One she could rely on so often. And it hit her that God missed her. He had given her the stray dog to show her He loved her so she would feel deeper love and appreciation for God, and here she had let the dog become her everything and her appreciation for the dog took over her appreciation for the Giver of the dog. So she understood. As she was feeling appreciation to God and spending time with Him again on her hill, she saw another gift from God on the hill, a sweet new friend. And she treasured her new friend but always first appreciated the God who provided her friend. The little girl always found time to be alone on the hill in the gentle breeze with God from that day on, never taking for granted the gift but especially the Giver of gifts. And she lived happily ever after.

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