I'm pretty much the world's worst gift wrapper  (I believe.) But, I did find some good time as I knelt beside our tiny tree to think about the littlest of packages that lie inside of us that we sometimes ignore or do not always take the time to cover the corners or cut with accuracy. The tiniest of gifts are the hardest to wrap and usually that is because they demand careful attention, constant care and most importantly patience requiring the smallest of knimble fingers to tuck every corner and fold every crease until the gift can live protected and comfortable. I suppose though the intricacy of the wrapping paper equates to careful protection of the gifts, then it is equally important to remember that simply ripping the paper off does not mean the gift will be revealed. Too eager and the gift cannot mature. Too quickly and the gift may be damaged. Too late and you may forget that the gift was yours in the first place. Think of your soul as a gift box and then think about what you are doing to wrap tightly but also remove carefully to uncover your gifts to then spread to another. Your soul must be covered carefully but also removed lightly and this may in fact be life's greatest paradox of all.