Sunday Night Reflections

I've seen you stalking the malls, walking the aisles, searching for that extra-special gift.
Stashing away a few dollars a month to buy him some lizard-skin boots;
staring at a thousand rings to find her the best diamond;
staying up all night Christmas Eve, assembling the new bicycle.
Why do you do it?
So the eyes will pop.
The jaw will drop.
To hear those words of disbelief: "You did this just for me?"
And that is why God did it.
Next time a sunrise steals your breath,
or a meadow of flowers leaves you speechless,
remain that way.
Say nothing,
and listen
as heaven whispers,
"Do you like it? I did it just for you."
                                                        Author Unknown