Recently, at the end of a five-week study through the book of Ruth, a small group of ladies joined in fellowship around a table to share a meal. We readily discussed some of our gleanings having bonded well in the presence of the Lord.
One woman suggested that we continue together through the summer by writing creatively. She asked if I would be willing to send out a word a week for each of us to ponder and write about.
Obviously, I said...
"Of course, I would love to do this summer creative writing with y'all!"
And here we are with our second word:
I'm going to set my timer for five minutes and see how far I get with this one word prompt today. Don't be afraid to try. "Do it scared," I say! Come on jump in. You'll like it!
He who did not spare his own Son, but gave him up for us all—how will he not also, along with him, graciously give us all things?
Romans 8:32 niv
In recent months I have pondered much about being a giver. It's something my husband and I enjoy doing. We especially like to give secret gifts - anonymous - or unexpected little somethings when least expected.
One of our favorite ways to give is on a trip. Before we leave home (usually driving) we ask the Lord to show us who needs a gift and provide an opportunity for us to provide for their need in the moment. We have some fun and amazing God stories as a result.
In the last couple of years though we've experienced quite a drought season. The way we used to just write a check or buy something extravagantly is currently a memory of the past. And our inability in the here and now really hurts our hearts.
At the same time, our lack of self-sufficiency for giving has caused my husband and me to ask the Lord for creative ideas in giving. We think more. Pray more. Look harder at what we have available, which might be useful to someone else. We're finding too that sometimes what we have to give is the intangible - love, a listening ear, experience or a hug. Quite honestly, the drought is bringing us to a much needed and beautiful level of dependency on our Father.
Many times I've wondered, "If I was still a little girl and I wanted to help someone, what would I do?" Easy answer for me. As a little girl, I went to my parents for resources. I believed my parents had access to anything I could ever need.
In fact, though we were an average middle-class family, I thought we were quite wealthy. I feel sure it never occurred to me as a child that my dad didn't have bottomless pockets of endless resources.
An aha moment!
Who, but my heavenly Father, owns all the resources - tangible and intangible - ever available? And so, I have begun to call out to my Father when I want to have something to give - tangible and intangible. I'm learning to ask Him to reach into His bottomless pockets and pull out whatever He has and wants to give me for the current situation.
The emphasis here on I'm learning!
Indeed God, Father, Son and Holy Spirit, You are the greatest most generous GIVER of all. Teach me and shape my thinking to be a daughter who continually comes back to You for resources to give and to do all You have assigned for me for all the rest of my days. In Jesus' name and for Your glory, help me to keep my eyes on You! Amen.