#Luke 6:38 ~ #Give, and it will be given to you: good measure, pressed down, shaken together and running over will be put into your bosom. For with the same measure that you use, it will be measured back to you.
Giving is more than #monetary. Giving also includes, #time, #patience, #understanding, #sympathy, #empathy, a word of #encouragement or a kind smile.
No matter how hard I strive to do what's right, (stop in the middle of what I'm doing when my parents or other family member's call to help them with their crisis), turn the other cheek when I'm are being mistreated, help and give to others who are in need, at some point I'm left asking when? When will I receive my break? When will I finally get ahead instead of always feeling like I'm behind? Have you ever felt the same?
As much as it stings, I had to regroup, sake off my pity party and remind myself that in order for me to grow spiritually and as a writer that I must remove my personal emotions from the matter at hand and ask, 'Lord, if thy will be thine.'
A soft voice reminded me; No matter how tired I get - the Lord always gives give me rest. When I'm hungry - He gives me bread of life. When I'm in a storm - He gives me shelter.
It wasn't until recently I understood why my dad (now 72) has continued to freely give to family members and others time and time again over the the last 40 years without a grumble or expectation of anything in return.
There have been times my dad has given the very last dollar in his wallet, loaned out his gas can's filled with gasoline purchased for his lawnmowers and in the dead of the night he has left the comfort of his warm home to pull someone's car out of a ditch with his small farm tracker. My parents may have went without for a little while but the Lord has blessed them ten-fold financially and spiritually.
For a very long time, I believed it was due to generation gap my dad repeatedly gave unconditionally; especially to the those that were ungrateful and selfish. That may still be true, but I no longer ponder on such or ask why folks continue to do the crazy things that they do.
Instead I look to the cross and place my burdens at Jesus feet. An old Gospel hymn my late grandmother used to hum while cooking or doing chores comes to mind whenever I get frustrated. The chorus goes like this:
At the cross, at the cross where I first saw the light,
And the burden of my heart rolled away,
It was there by faith I received my sight,
And now I am happy all the day!
Song: At the Cross