I used to resent people with so much wealth that their generosity felt like a show. It made my skin crawl.
"Ugh, look at them... do they really need to be giving away all that? Such show-offs."
What the real issue was was I was comparing myself to those people and finding what I had to offer them was laughable. I would never be able to give the kind of gifts they could.
Good Friday is lit with new meaning for me each year, but one meaning shines through, always: I have been given a gift that I could never repay. What I bring to the table is small and I am hopelessly underdressed for the occasion of life everlasting. Still, I am welcome because the Host of the party loves me unconditionally.
Knowing I can never match His gift, I am freed to sit back and enjoy love. Gratefulness radiates in me today... may it always.