I have five minutes to write about "Gift" with no editing or over-thinking, thanks to the prompt from Lisa-Jo. 
My mind is racing like Scrat after the nut, but here goes...
My kids. Four of them given to me all dependent and squalling. How could I ever manage this responsibility? Only by grace, you know. And so much more of it for each day.
{this is where I insert the gorgeous pictures of my kids...instead, I'll use this space to remind you all to back-up your computers because you never know when things will mysteriously go missing. Seriously.}
I ask God why you couldn't all just be cookie-cutter-kids. All with the same needs and desires and personalities, instead of four people as different as could be. Wouldn't this parenting job be so much easier if we all played by the same rules? If what 'works' with one child 'worked' with all?
I guess He doesn't want a boring life for us. Great adventure, this life with personalities.
You all are my adventure. Knowing you, loving you, teaching and learning with you. I fail miserably and you see it and love me anyway.
So many times I pray you forget what I said and just remember there is grace for us all...
He reminds me what you, we, all of us need. The law makes no one perfect, but grace. Grace brings us to Jesus.
These kids and this grace work together on me. Every good and perfect gift comes from the Father, and we have to embrace them all squalling and dependent.
STOP