Thanks be to God for His inexpressible gift!” 2 Corinthians 9:1
You never knew when they were coming. When God and the Air Force decided to send us to Germany—well, it was an exciting adventure that we just thoroughly enjoyed. But there was a downside…we were a long way from home…a real long way. We were there from 1977 to 1980, we were young, and we were newlyweds. Back then there were no cell phones and a landline call to the States was hugely expensive, so that just didn’t happen. There was no internet. The world moved at the speed of ship or a plane if you were lucky. The only option was snail mail and well, that could take a while.
Sometimes during the year, our parents would send us a box through the mail. We called them “care packages.” The reason was that when one came it was clear that someone back in the United States loved us and cared—about us. That was important because as much as we loved being there—there wasn’t home—or anywhere close to home.
There were two times a year that you could almost always count on a care package—that was somewhere around your birthday and then Christmas. I can still feel the excitement as the days clicked by. We didn’t know when, but we just knew that my Momma or Judy’s Momma would spend the money and equally as important take the time to say, “I love you.” We would go to the Post Office every day, looking for the yellow slip in our mailbox that said, “You have a package.” Instantly it was like Christmas Day.
We would open the box that day—that hour if possible. There would be wrapped presents and those we would save till the special day. But there would always be just stuff—candy, trinkets, small things that could only be gotten in America. Sometimes there were home baked goodies and even if they were stale by then—they were still from home, and we gladly ate them.
The care packages were an important link to home for us. Like I said, it told us that someone was thinking of us—that we had not been forgotten. What we need to realize, especially this week, is that God is the greatest sender of care packages. His ultimate gift, His Son, made the way so broken people like us could not only come into the presence of Holy God but that we could call Him Father. The Jewish people could never understand that. To them God was a far off, unapproachable Deity that they worshiped. But for Jesus followers—well we know Him as Dearest Daddy and that is not a term of disrespect or looseness—it is a term of His love for us and our love for Him.
Even amid these difficult and confusing days, God has continued to send His care packages along the way. The Bible tells us this day, and every day, is a day that He made. He makes the air that we breathe. Everything…everything…that we eat, enjoy or own is a care package from Him. Every sunrise and sunset, every perfectly different snowflake is a care package from Him. And every single night that I lay my head down on my pillow in the peace He provides—well, that’s a care package too.
Now to be honest, sometimes we would get things in our care packages from home and wonder “what in the world were they thinking?” I’m sure Judy and I laughed at more than few. But do you know what? Those things were notes of love too. And the things that God allows and sends our way that we don’t understand—well, each one in its own way is a care package.
Well, as you know, times change, and the Momma’s have moved to heaven many years ago so the days of care packages from home are gone for us. However, the memories linger, and the love is still felt from those special care package memories. But the care packages from God never change—He still sends them—every day—sometimes every minute. He just loves us so much. I hope regardless of your circumstances that you will make the choice to trust Him and to wait expectantly for His care packages. Keep looking, keep waiting, and watching because each one tells us, “He’s got this.” Bro. Dewayne