Gift for the Heart

My brother is a late sleeper. Recently I visited him in his new home, a 7-hour drive from Sedona. We had a wonderful time. Days later, when I was ready to return home, I planned to leave early in the morning. The night before, I said, “Don’t bother to get up. I can let myself out.”

The next morning, when I arose, I saw him through the patio doors, sitting outside in the dark. That sight touched my heart. In spite of his aversion to morning, he was there for me.

In this season of gift-giving, it’s good to reflect on the gifts for our hearts.

You write it: When has someone given your heart a gift?