The Blessed Giver

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or as the New Living Translation words it:

Some time ago, Bob had brought in the mail after getting home from work. He walked out to where I was and briefly glanced at each envelope, reading out loud.

“I want your money.” Toss on the table top. “I need your money.” Toss. “I got your money.” Toss. “When’s somebody going to send us some money?” was his disgusted question before he trudged upstairs to change out of his work clothes.

I sighed. I like to give but, sadly, at times I have given because I was moved in my emotions to do so. In those times I usually later regretted giving the amount I gave or giving at all.

I have given reluctantly, thinking, It’s a good cause. Why should I feel resistant about it? That was not the time or place to give either.

Sometimes giving opportunities come unexpectedly, but the opening scripture kind of sounds like more often than not, we know in advance. Thereby, we have the luxury of time to ask for an amount, purpose in our hearts, and give cheerfully. I like those times the best.

Life is full of opportunities to give. And giving is an opportunity. To give is to have our heavenly Father’s nature. I cringe to say it this way, but I’m going to: To give is to get. For quite some time now I have given compliments to strangers. For instance, I was in the post office several years ago and I took notice of the woman waiting on me. I hesitated a little, contemplating our age of sexual anything and everything and what I wanted to say to her; I did not want to be misunderstood. But I felt strongly to tell her what was on my heart.

“I know this might sound strange, especially this day and age, and I’m not trying to be weird about this, but I just want to tell you that you are a very pretty woman.”

It didn’t feel weird. She smiled. “Thank you.”

Not long ago Beth and I were in a small store with a return/exchange. The young woman there was helpful. In fact, it was the same girl I had quizzed once about nail polish. She walked with me to the display and pointed out what she had used, what customers seemed to purchase the most, and what seemed like a good product for the price. Our transaction with her on this day was also a smooth and happy one.

“I just want to tell you,” I said, “you are so helpful and pleasant. I really appreciate that you are pleasant.”

She seemed a little taken aback but continued to smile. “Just doing my job.”

“Not everybody does their job,” I quipped, smiling in return.

After so many years of passing out compliments, I noticed several years ago that strangers were beginning to compliment me. If we are faithful to sow, we will reap.

Yes, I know the scripture pertains to money in particular; many, many scriptures pertain to money, but we can give all sorts of things. It was Jesus Himself who said,

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Food, drink, clothes, shelter, visits — even a kind word waters parched souls, and all of these things are rewarded.

I had just recently solicited help from people Mum had ministered to because she and Dad have found themselves in a rough spot. I drafted the request and sat on it for quite some time because I didn’t want to sound like a beggar, nor did I want to embarrass them. I reasoned within myself that they themselves have always given, even when times were tough. And Mum, being a minister, has been a servant worthy of her hire. When their bank account was hacked, and they had to shut down their coal furnace, (main heat source), and had only a little heating oil during one of our longest, coldest snaps, I decided to send the text — without their knowing.

I had wrestled with it before and questioned it after … until the LORD gave me this scripture:

And I also thought of this scripture:

I like this in the NIV:

If you strive to be a purposeful, cheerful giver as I have, then I have a blessing to pronounce upon us based on Matthew 5:7. If you have not been a giver, won’t you consider joining me?

Thank you for spending time here with me. I pray your time is multiplied back to you and that you have been blessed by today’s post. I truly hope you soon receive dividends on the good seeds that you have sown. (We’ll pray crop failure on the rest 🙂 ).

May God richly bless you.

In closing, a scripture and a song:

Pro-Choice

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Hubby was YouTube surfing one evening and I was flitting about doing chores. When passing through the living room I found that he’d happened upon an interview with a woman who I assume came to the U.S. for sanctuary. As this piqued my curiosity, I paused.  The little bit I heard went something like this:

                “What do you think Americans take for granted the most?”

                “The right to choose,” was her instant reply.

                That being a catch phrase here I was curious where she was going with her answer.

                “In the country where I come from we don’t have cookbooks.  Even if we did we couldn’t afford the ingredients for the recipes.  Americans choose where they go, where they work, where they live, and they take it for granted.”

                There was no mention of abortion.

                It’s been weeks since I heard that snippet of conversation and I haven’t been able to shake it.

                Here’s something else I’ve been ruminating over: a letter someone wrote to an editor imploring people to “vote their God-given conscience” – that being, vote for candidates whose platform is abortion.  Apparently, he doesn’t know God and I’ll prove it.

                   “See, I have set before you today life and good, death and evil; … therefore choose life, that both you and your descendants may live; …” Deuteronomy 30:15,19

            God set before us life and death and told us to choose life.

            The pro-choice phrase has been hijacked by the left; the way they define it is actually pro-death and God tells us to have no part of it.  To accept their definition is to set up in their camp and live in small perimeters.  They don’t comprehend that true and pure freedom of choice is actually very vast and is synonymous with life, productivity, and creativity — even to the minute detail of having cookbooks and being able to afford the ingredients to make the recipes.  This correct definition of pro-choice is for all people, those inside as well as outside of the womb.  If the fine art of critical thinking still existed proponents of abortion might eventually conclude that if life in the womb is expendable then lives outside of the womb are expendable as well, including theirs. 

            God Himself said it: Choose life so that you and your descendants may live.  With life comes blessing and good.  This is the “God-given conscience”.  The other “choice”, which kills the choice of one, will sink this nation as well as the lives of those who are upholding this deadly, evil philosophy.   

            Let’s, all of us in all nations, show wisdom by exercising our right to choose life so that we and our descendants will have good and blessed lives.