Little drummer boy

"I have no gift to bring, pa rum pa pum pum."  I have SO much in common with the little drummer boy.  Before the Christ Child, I am humbled.  I come to adore Him, empty-handed, because I know I have nothing to bring that can remotely honor the King.  I don't even have a little drum to bang on.

Sometimes when I say this kind of thing, people think I have poor self-esteem or that I'm in a slump, but neither is the case.  (Well, at least, not right at this moment! ;)  It's just that when I stop and think about God's beautiful character, I'm overwhelmed by His greatness and I suddenly see my smallness.

It's like a picture on an iphone or ipad, that can be magnified with a simple stroke of the finger.  Most days, I'm so preoccupied with myself and my trivial concerns, that I blow myself up, larger than life. But when I see the REAL big picture----that the Heavenly Father sent His One and Only Son to save me, a sinner----I can't help but magnify Him with praise.  

Trust me, I'm not always bubbling over with praise songs floating from my lips.  I wish I were!  I probably should be.  But now and then it hits me, like the scent of cinnamon pine cones at Whole Foods :) and I can't escape the truth of it.  God's extravagant gift of love, wrapped in a baby, was nothing I remotely deserved.  So, the best I can do is say thank You and humbly adore Him.