I give. I give and give and give and give.
I give of Time. Money. Ability. Friendship. Experience. Talents. Food. Help. Love.
I give until I think there’s going to be nothing left.
Sometimes I don’t feel like I get anything back.
I see others, others who appear to give far less than I, who seem to get so much more.
They get Time. Money. Ability. Friendship. Experience. Talent. Food. Help. Love.
I give. They get.
I’m tired. I pout. I decide life isn’t fair.
I question why I give and give and give and give, and get nothing.
And He speaks.
My child, you give because I have commanded you. I, who have Given all.
Just once, I’d like to be a getter, too.
Then I hear these words, human words from the mouth of the shepherd of our flock.
“Your level and capacity to love is a reflection of the Spirit working in your life.”
I am rebuked. I am repentant.
I am refocused. I am renewed.
Spirit work. Spirit move. Spirit pour out, so that I may give as He gave.
For I am reminded that in him, I have received Everything.
Share with me: What’s the most recent example you can recall of when someone was able to help or minister to you unexpectedly?
Hale and Hearty Words 