[dropcap style=”font-size: 60px; color: #9b9b9b;”] Y[/dropcap]ou know your wife might be somewhat unique when you receive a random text from her that says, “Would it be okay if I spend $__ to support a cause that raises awareness for girs in India . . . ?” And you know know that your husband might be somewhat perfect for you when he writes back, “yep. sounds good? Did you talk to ____ about sponsoring a child in Guatemala?”
And you most definitely know that God is propelling you towards something when you both simply desire to give, serve, and make a difference in this world for HIS Kingdom. So we’re doing what we can, from where we can, with what we have. Something that keeps hitting me over and over is that God delights in our faithfulness. When we use what we have, He gives more. I desire more opportunities to serve, to help, to raise awareness, to be an advocate for those who have no voice. It may be harder to figure out a way of how to do something from my little town in middle America, but if I simply get on the internet, I can find lots of opportunities, even if they’re just small ones, like wearing a t-shirt to raise awareness, baking goods for a fundraiser, or using my writing to be a voice. I can do something.
As many of you know, I would love to actually adopt a little girl from India or Africa, but that’s not possible right now. So if I can give to someone else who can help, then I will. India is quickly following in China’s footsteps as girls are found to be invaluable, and in some places, due to the large amount of genocide, boys outnumber girls by 8 to 1. That’s horrendous. I can’t sit and do nothing.
We would love to work with orphans or help in any way we can, but we’re not able to right now, so if we can support one child and gift them with food and schooling for a year, then we will. Even if it means no new shoes or ____ for Mark or me for a year.
If there’s anything that I’ve learned over the past 6 years of marriage and financial struggles, it’s been that the more we give, the less we lack. God has so wonderfully provided for our own children that why can’t we help someone else with their child? No, my boys don’t get the Iron Man or Captain America t-shirts that they really want, but do they really need them?
And last thought (and quick testimony) . . . our house is made up of a hodge podge of mismatched, mostly free furniture that I either had when I was single, people have given to us, or we’ve picked up from the side of the road where the stuff had free signs on it. We have a few pieces that we’ve bought brand new, mainly in the living room or kids’ rooms. But one item that we’ve really, really wanted and have not been able to afford is a new bed. We’ve been sleeping in an almost 20 year old full-size bed that my parents bought for me when I was in high school. It’s not a real comfortable bed; it’s tight when I’m pregnant. It’s almost unbearable when the boys get in bed with us in the morning; someone usually ends up mad because they’ve been kicked in the eye or the face. And the past few months have been really unbearable as neither Mark nor I have been able to sleep. He keeps telling me to use a body pillow to help with my uncomfortableness, but there’s no room for a body pillow. We’ve been there and tried that. So the priority of a new bed has become almost urgent . . . Therefore, we decided to wait and see if we would get any kind of a tax return, and we did. Yet our cars also really need work. So we kept debating about the bed. Then a friend called last week and said, “hey, I know of a free queen size bed from a nice house. Do you want it?” Yes, we wanted it. Well, then, we just happened to be gifted with an overnight stay at a hotel, where the bed was queen size, and as we laid there that night, Mark commented on how a queen didn’t feel much bigger than our full. He really, really wanted a king size bed. I responded by saying that our budget was really tight for just a queen, let alone a king. I didn’t think it would be possible to get a king. Fast forward a few days, and it ended up that the free queen bed was taken. So we were back to square one . . . and Mark decided to get on craigslist and just see if there was any bed within our budget.
Well, to make a long story short, last night, he brought home a gently used (less than 5 yr old with new box springs) king size bed that is a pillow top mattress (which I really, really wanted). He fit it into our bedroom perfectly, and we slept like a king and queen for the first time in a long time. And the best part . . . it came in well below our budget. Well below. God is so good.
So when we get blessed with goodness, it just seems like the obvious response would be to bless someone else, yeah? Yeah. We have so much to give!! No, giving is not easy when it means that we may lack this or that, but it is always fruitful. It’s always rewarding, and it gets easier the more we do it.
I am so thankful I married a giver!! So thankful that I’ve become a giver, and due to my husband’s influence, I’ve learned that giving is fun! It’s so great for us to be on the same page and to have a freely give policy between us. And I’m so thankful that we know the #1 Giver of all time. He delights in cheerful givers, and it makes my heart happy to make His happy.
If you can find one cause to support, one child to support, or one charity to give to this weekend, DO IT!! This is the weekend of celebrating all that Jesus did for us, so why not give back . . .
For I was hungry and you gave me something to eat, I was thirsty and you gave me something to drink, I was a stranger and you invited me in, I needed clothes and you clothed me, I was sick and you looked after me, I was in prison and you came to visit me.’
“Then the righteous will answer him, ‘Lord, when did we see you hungry and feed you, or thirsty and give you something to drink? When did we see you a stranger and invite you in, or needing clothes and clothe you? When did we see you sick or in prison and go to visit you?’
“The King will reply, ‘Truly I tell you, whatever you did for one of the least of these brothers and sisters of mine, you did for me.’
Matthew 25:35-40 NIV