Improvident

I have noticed a universal response to love language discussions.

Quality time: of course.
Words of affirmation: necessary. So obvious when lacking.
Acts of service: every child receives these, every caretaker gives. Needed.
Physical touch: makes sense. Every child (but one) came about as a result.

Gifts: … gifts?

A chuckle. “I don’t really get it.”

A friend, having already given Phil a bath salt birthday present,
Found a variation on the theme and gave another.

And I thought about how ridiculous that we laugh—laugh!—
At this expression of our extravagant God,
Who not only declares that every good gift is from above,
From the Father,
But who proved it by sending his Son,
In what may be viewed as the most prodigal, wasteful endeavor ever.

So to you who gives gifts for no reason,
I thank you.
You enrich our lives
And show us a part of God
That we would miss without you.