Every good and perfect gift is from above. – James 1:17
Four days before Christmas, we still hadn’t any gifts for our nine-year-old son and seven-year-old daughter. Due to my recent job loss, my stay-at-home husband/dad and I didn’t have money to purchase presents for our children.
Two weeks earlier, I learned about a local outreach program where they placed your name on a list in the hopes a family would adopt you. I sheepishly applied for our kids so they would have presents to open.
A week later, I received a phone call, “Rebecca, our family has adopted your family for Christmas. We got everything on Austin and Alicia’s wish lists. I’d like to drop it off Wednesday.”
Stunned, “Wow, I don’t know what to say. Thank you so much. Yes, we’ll be here.”
I meandered into the garage, “Hon, guess what? We’ve been adopted and she’s bringing our gifts next week.”
“That’s fantastic news,” he chimed.
“You’ll never guess who adopted us. It’s the children’s new school principal. It’s such a small world. I taught her daughter at preschool.” We chuckled.
The day arrived to receive our gifts, and I looked at my husband, “How do you feel?”
“My stomach is little queasy,” he said.
“Mine too. I’ve never done this kind of thing before. We’ve always been able to provide gifts for our children. It’s very humbling.”
We heard a knock at our door. My heart pounded in my chest. “Good morning. How are you? I’ve got all your gifts in my car,” she beamed.
We slipped on our shoes, “Let us help you bring the gifts in.”
To our surprise, she reached into her minivan and handed us several brightly wrapped boxes. Our arms were brimming with presents. “Wow, thank you very much! We really appreciate it.”
“You’re very welcome. It’s my pleasure. I especially like to help my students.” She hugged us and went on her way.