Persons are the gifts of God to me.
They are already wrapped, some beautifully &
others less attractively.
Some have been mishandled in the mail;
others come "SPECIAL DELIVERY".
Some are loosely wrapped;
others vert tightly enclosed.

Sometimes the gift is opened very easily;
sometimes the help of others is needed.
Maybe it is because they are afraid.
Maybe they have been hurt once before &
don't want to be hurt again.
It could be that they were once opened &
then discarded.

Every meeting & sharing of persons is an exchange of gifts.
My gift is me;
your gift is you.
We are gifts to each other.

I believe Jesus entered this world of hate,
that I might enter this world of love.

I believe that Jesus reached out to me,
that I might reach out to others.

I believe that Jesus is always with me,
even though I am not always with him.

I believe that Jesus understands me,
even though I don't understand myself.

I believe God is my Father,
because Jesus has treated me like a sister.