I love to give gifts. Recently, a friend was talking about The 5 Love Languages, and she mentioned that one of them was receiving gifts. I think my love language might be giving gifts. There is nothing better than finding just the right gift. I can hardly wait until they open it. I might be more excited about giving the gift than the person getting it. And there is nothing better than making that perfect gift.
My favorite part of making gifts for others is the time that it takes. As I make gifts, I think about the person I am making it for. With every stitch, every piece of fabric, every new design I think about them. As I create, I think about the person I’m giving the gift to and I fill their gift with hope and love and dreams and life. I pray over them.
As I make a bag, I think of the places they will travel with it, or the treasures they will put in it. When I give someone a quilt, I think about them laying by the fire wrapped in the quilt reading a good book. When I make gifts for a baby, I think about the hope and dreams that parents have for their child. I think about the love surrounding the baby and I pray for the new life being born.
One thing I love after giving gifts is hearing from the recipient how they use the gift. Telling me they take the bag with them as they travel, or wear the slippers every night when they get home just makes my heart sing.
This past December, God put it on my heart to give a very unique gift. A gift of life, of love, of dreams, of hope and of time.
It all started with an email from one of my good friends that she forwarded from someone we kickbox with. Our friend’s husband is facing a very serious health concern. He was reaching out, looking for help. He needs a kidney transplant.
As soon as I read the email, I knew this was a gift God was calling me to give. I have a kidney, I can help. I contacted our friend and asked her what I could do to find out if I could be a donor for her husband, and so the process began. I felt like God was presenting me with an opportunity to give a gift that would change not only his life, but mine as well.
The act of going through this process has been one of the most life changing humbling blessings I have ever been given. It has become the ultimate homemade gift. I don’t know much about the person who will be getting my kidney. I only know he is a husband, a father – of a two year old, and a middle school teacher – which as a middle school principal, I think is awesome.
As far as homemade gifts go, you really can’t get much more homemade than giving someone one of your organs. Throughout this process I think about him and his family. I fill my time at doctor’s appointments and medical appointments and the time driving to and from these appointments, and even a lot of my spare time, thinking about him and his family. And as I do, I fill those moments with my prayers for him.
I am packing my kidney with prayers.
Prayers of hope. Hope that my kidney is a match. Hope that his body will accept it. Hope that he will no longer have to be dependent on a machine to live his life. Hope for his health. Hope for mine. Hope for successful surgeries – for both of us. Hope for his future.
Prayers of time. Prayers of quality time. Time that he will get to be with his family. Time that he will be able to spend watching his son grow up. Time he will have to spend with his wife. And even time he will spend with his students.
Prayers of dreams. Dreams for him and his family. Dreams bigger than he and his family could ever dream of. Dreams that all of the things that he didn’t think he could have a chance for, that can now hopefully happen with a new opportunity for life.
And finally, I fill my time with prayers of love. Love that I feel from all of the support I am receiving. Love toward my friend and her family. I pray that they will feel the love of God surrounding them, inside and out. I pray that the love and grace and the peace that I have felt throughout this journey, will be shared with my friend’s husband and their whole family. Every day of his life.
In a few short weeks I will have my final clearance set of appointments at which time we will schedule the surgery. And before I know it, I will have the opportunity, the blessing, to give my kidney, to give this gift of life.
In his email, my friend’s husband said he needed a hero. I’m no hero. I’m a servant, God’s servant. I am humbled and honored that God choose me to give this gift. I am a joyful and exuberant giver of the gifts that God has given to me. The gift of a kidney for sure, but that little kidney is jam packed with prayers of hope and love and dreams and time and life.