Sometimes life gives you gifts, and sometimes these gifts come wrapped in nice packaging and a neatly tied bow. Other times these gifts come in less than recognizable wrapping. Sometimes you have to go digging for them, and other times they hit you over the head, nearly taking you down, and it’s not until your vision is restored that you recognize it is even a gift at all. 

This past week, I was fortunate enough to receive all these forms of gifts. And perhaps the most meaningful was the one that was hardest to accept.