This week I have been contemplating this word.
Nothing dramatic. Nothing profound.
This year I have begun to look at this word differently.
Rather than solely giving thanks for what has been given to me I am wanting and striving to give thanks for that which I might give…to others.
Common courtesy is something to give away.
Holding a door, saying thank you, watching someone to their car, all gifts to be given.
This year and during this Christmas season I will have the honor of giving a kidney in a live donor transplant to someone that before last week I had never had a conversation with.
Honestly, I am not even sure if a gift of this type has a monetary value. Gosh, I hope it does not, because that is what makes it so very special to me.
I asked a surgeon and a psychiatrist the same question as I was being poked and prodded from butt to brain.
“Why would God create a body with two kidneys when we only need one to live if we were not supposed to give one away?”
They could not provide me with an answer.
I will write more in detail regarding this in the future. However, I will leave you with this.
A couple of years ago I said to God out of frustration and desperation, “I feel like I have nothing to give outwardly but I feel like I do have something that is inside of me that will benefit others, but God, I do not know what that is.”
I had no idea how that prayer would answered or even what it meant.
Now I do.