the giving

A friend of a friend called me on Friday
and asked if she could give me a gift
that the Lord had asked her to give.
Stunned and small, I said yes.
How I yearned to be in her shoes,
financially prepared for His requests,
humbly and boldly pointing to Him all the way.
Over the weekend, I thought of the Ukraine.
In my teens I visited orphanages there
to spread the message of Jesus.
The children had no belongings at all
except the clothes on their backs
and small collections of dirty knick knacks –
tiny troll dolls and empty eraser tins
carefully lined on their windowsills.
They clung to each other, then to us,
hungry to be held, to be touched.
When the awful parting came weeks later
and it was time to board the bus,
our hearts were broken
as little hands pressed tiny troll dolls
into our palms
so we would not forget them.
My heart and head are full and foggy
as I try to make clear these extremities
of riches and giving.
I weep a bit, then wander,
fragile and amazed,
paying the bills with holy spirit dollars.
A friend of a friend is blessed
not by the means to give,
but by the heart to step boldly at His request,
and orphans give gold out of tin.
This morning I am still lost,
in and out of worthless worry,
but I am battling the fear.
The path and the peace are somewhere
in the giving.

giving

But just as you excel in everything–in faith, in speech,
in knowledge, in complete earnestness and in your love for us–
see that you also excel in this grace of giving. – 2 Corinthians 8:7

Orphan’s Tree
BRINGING THE BENEFITS OF FAMILY AND GOD’S HOPE TO RUSSIAN ORPHANS WHEN THEY ARE MOST ALONE. http://orphanstree.org/

image: http://matthewscottwallace.com/2012/05/21/the-art-of-giving/

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