“God’s doesn’t give you what you want!” my friend said, as I followed her through the department store. “He gives you what you need.”
I’m sure she meant well, but we were Christmas shopping. How irritating! Her comment conjured up a dreary image of God scouring heaven for a dull, sensible gift—perhaps a trash can or some shoe polish.
As we rummaged through the racks, a vintage Christmas song began to play: “All I want for Christmas is my two front teeth.” I nudged my friend playfully. “Maybe that little girl should be singing, “All I need for Christmas is my two front teeth.”