Wednesday, May 7, 2014

To Give What I Have



I can only give what I have.
And recently that hasn’t felt like much.
It seems like my fuel gauge has been hovering below empty.
Drained. Spent. Exhausted.

Jordan and I have been running in the mornings these past two months, and we sometimes see a homeless man along our route, sleeping at various locations on the sidewalk. It’s the same homeless man who inspired me just before we brought our boys home last October. I noticed him then with two little puppies, tucked into the crook of his arms, sleeping soundly under the bridge. “If this man— who has nothing—can take care of these two little lives, surely I can do my best to take care of the two little lives that God has entrusted to our family.”

What do I have to give?

Last night after dinner our family went out to play soccer in a nearby hospital parking lot. Several others joined in our game and I ended up talking with some of the young women afterward. Charly and the kids returned home as it was starting to get dark. And these new friends invited me to the hospital room where one of them has been getting psychiatric treatment for the past 30 days. The room was crowded with 6 beds, 5 other patients, and countless family members. I was humbled by the conditions this 24-year old woman has been living in for the past month with both of her parents, her sister, and a cousin helping to look after her.

They quickly offered me the apple that was sitting on the bed stand—the only food that I could see they had—and a bottle of ice tea. I refused them both, saying that I had already eaten at home. They continued to encourage me to eat and drink, but I kept refusing, not wanting to take what little they had. We visited for awhile and they seemed so appreciative of my being there. When I said it was time for me to go, the mother handed me the apple again and I felt that I needed to take it this time. They really wanted to give me something. Then the four women walked me out to the road, and the dear mother held my hand tightly, thanking me over and over for coming in to visit with them.

What a gift and lesson I walked away with. An apple. Appreciation.
Humble people gladly giving all that they had.
What do I have to give?

I’m learning from a homeless man and a poor family from the countryside.

I simply give whatever I have—how little that may be—and trust God with the rest.
For however limited my reserves might feel, His supply is unlimited.
And free for the asking.


1 comment:

  1. Thanks for the reminder of Who supplies all our needs!

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