Thursday, May 20, 2010
Brought to you by crinkled sandwich bags.
No big lessons today. And don't think I think I always know what I'm talking about. I'm learning like everyone else just in a more wrinkled state than you.
I drove back from an event meeting today and there was this sweet looking guy right around my baby brother's age sitting on the side of the freeway with his dog. It was practically a country music video.
Stay with me.
And he had his sign and whether you agree with giving or not to someone with a sign is not something I care to discuss. I'm talking about me and what my heart is called to do. And my damn heart cannot go past someone with a sign or a need and not try or attempt to meet it. I fail miserably at times. I'm not the best meeter of needs but I want to be a better one. So, guy with his sign is sitting there and has no judgement in his eyes and nothing about him is pleading for money. Nope, he's just holding the sign. And I look around my car and have not a dollar on me.
Makes me sick.
And then I look for a new water bottle or something to give him and there's nothing.
Ah. There's that bag of change in the center console from when I was flat out broke and was living off change. You know? Some of you have been there when you're down to the baggie and a quarter is like a $50.00 bill. Those times. Well, I had the bag, rolled down my window and shamefully said, "I'm so sorry this is all I have." He smiled as if I had just handed him keys to a mansion.
I don't give so I can tell you. I give because my heart is not okay unless I do.
Later today someone commented on my earrings. As I took them off to give them away, I realized I am at my best when I am giving and not taking.
Sometimes it's coins in worn baggies. Sometimes it's earrings. Sometimes they are very big things and sometimes they are very small things. All I know is I am too old not to listen to my heart.
Give what you have. And then give some more,