I played my best for Him.

As dead week comes to a close and finals knock at our doors decked with holly (because who isn’t anxiously awaiting Christmas!?), I find myself living in tension. I stress over the piles of papers that still need to be written and the dozens of notecards that need to be memorized, I am also simultaneously acknowledging the season of Advent. A time of waiting for God’s Son, a promise of His second coming magnificently displayed through the celebration of His first. This my friends, is the greatest gift humanity has ever received. A gift we never deserved to receive, so how on earth do I give something in return to this King? Here, I take some wise words from the Little Drummer Boy.

“I have no gift to bring
Pa rum pum pum pum
That’s fit to give our king
Pa rum pum pum pum

I played my drum for him
Pa rum pum pum pum
I played my best for him
Pa rum pum pum pum”

What does a college student in her twenties give to The King of All? I give Him my best. In this time of finals and stress, I study, I write, I read, I speak, I play my best for Him. That is the only offering I can bring. Thankfully it is exactly what He wants. I give Him my life, my everything, playing my best for Him. So no matter what grade, praises or criticisms, or anything of this world I receive, as long as I walk away from this semester singing proudly “I played my best for Him,” I think I’ll be okay. Because I like to think that just as baby Jesus smiled at the Little Drummer Boy in that sweet song, He smiles at me. Even when I stumble through the notes, He still loves my song. He still loves me. And He is thankful for my best.

Pa rum pum pum pum…

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