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Giving

 

I am currently enjoying a Bible study that talks about God's great gifts of hospitality, spiritual gifts, money, time, and empathy. I want to share about being generous with our money, remembering that everything we have is a gift from God.

Psalm 50:10 for every animal of the forest is mine, and the cattle on a thousand hills.

The leader shared this quote: "Our rich gusher of generosity delivers the rich oil of joy." I'm not a swearing woman, but I know this to be true. 

I'm not talking about a dollar amount; where we are on the wealth scale, I'm talking about giving following the intimacy of our relationship to the Triune God.

We can't help but be generous when we are one with the Spirit of God.

Sitting across from the offering box, he was observing how the crowd tossed money in for the collection. Many of the rich were making large contributions. One poor widow came up and put in two small coins—a measly two cents. Jesus called his disciples over and said, “The truth is that this poor widow gave more to the collection than all the others put together. All the others gave what they’ll never miss; she gave extravagantly what she couldn’t afford—she gave her all.” Mark 12:41-44

A couple of Ann Voskamp's quotes from the study that I find compelling are...

"We are only given what we are called to give when it is changing how we live." 

"No leftovers, but love overtures."

 

1 Timothy 6:10 For the love of money is a root of all kinds of evils. It is through this craving that some have wandered away from the faith and pierced themselves with many pangs.

If we can't give without expectation, then we sacrifice the joy.

The most important aspect of giving is that we all GET to GIVE! Isn't this the coolest? Every child of God GETS to give! It is not something to dread. Giving is a privilege!

"It isn't the rich who get to give it is all who give who get to be rich."

A gift is always meant to be given.

As God has gifted us, so shall we gift others generously. It is an attitude of the heart. 

 

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Windmill

 

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Goodnight Windmill by P Wall

 

The windmill sits on the farmer's land

Broken from the robust West Texas wind

A tattered, bent and broken shell

Of another time when the water welled

Deserted but not alone

Listen softly for its groan

The night moon leads the way

For nocturnal animal play

Old relic or maybe art

The old windmill is in our heart

Good night windmill


Last in a Series

 

This week we received the last in a series of paintings that the daughter of a dear high school friend created. They are unique to me because Lizzie painted them, but also because of their profound message. 

 

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This piece is titled “Innocence?” She is the representation of what we, as a society, are putting in our children ... on our future. We are making them carry the weight of our choices. Now, with this load, they have to be the judge, jury... the justice.

Others in the series...

 

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25 Years

 

On this day twenty-five years ago, on a Sunday morning, I was called from a preschool room during Sunday School to go to my parent's house, that my father had died. I left the church and could not find my way to the house. I felt like I was so lost, yet I knew precisely the address of my childhood home. Once I did get to the house, the paramedics were standing with my mom. The man that quietly loved me and thought I hung the moon, sat down in his recliner, and opened his eyes in his eternal home — what a way to go. As sad as we were, we realized the blessing of his end of life experience.

That night I prayed that God would allow my dad to come to my mom and tell her goodbye. It was so sudden, and she needed some closure. My mother was independent and did not want anyone to stay at their home with her, so she was alone from the onset of her grieving. She called me the next morning. She said, "Phyllis, guess who I talked to last night?" I listened. She said, "Your daddy came, and we talked." I remember the excitement in her voice as she shared. I already knew because, for it, I prayed.

If I had to pick three words that I believe described my father, they would be...

provider ... everything I needed, he provided

meticulous ... from character to edging the yard, take the time

foundational ... he taught me that foundation matters and made sure 
I knew about Jesus

 

I'm thankful that my father was by my side on this day. I'm thankful for the time that he loved on our children.

 

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25 Years

 

On this day twenty-five years ago, on a Sunday morning, I was called from a preschool room during Sunday School to go to my parent's house, that my father had died. I left the church and could not find my way to the house. I felt like I was so lost, yet I knew precisely the address of my childhood home. Once I did get to the house, the paramedics were standing with my mom. The man that quietly loved me and thought I hung the moon, sat down in his recliner, and opened his eyes in his eternal home — what a way to go. As sad as we were, we realized the blessing of his end of life experience.

That night I prayed that God would allow my dad to come to my mom and tell her goodbye. It was so sudden, and she needed some closure. My mother was independent and did not want anyone to stay at their home with her, so she was alone from the onset of her grieving. She called me the next morning. She said, "Phyllis, guess who I talked to last night?" I listened. She said, "Your daddy came, and we talked." I remember the excitement in her voice as she shared. I already knew because, for it, I prayed.

If I had to pick three words that I believe described my father, they would be...

provider ... everything I needed, he provided

meticulous ... from character to edging the yard, take the time

foundational ... he taught me that foundation matters and made sure 
I knew about Jesus

 

I'm thankful that my father was by my side on this day. I'm thankful for the time that he loved on our children.

 

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Smile

 

Have you ever thought about the phases of the moon and what God might be teaching us through each period? Tonight's moon is a big smile. When we smile at others, it creates a full "moon" or heart for the person receiving our smile. It is simple, in the dark of someone's grief, we light the way. God uses us and, like the moon, smiles!

 

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Happy 90th

 

Until I became older, and God revealed his design in me, I did not understand the sacrifices you made for me as you encouraged me and helped me to grow. Then, you were gone.

You worked full-time and hard at home, creating an atmosphere that I would thrive in. In your structure, I found peace. I know your best was given as you raised me, not knowing or understanding. You must have grown so weary with all you sacrificed for your family day in and day out. Thank you.

I miss asking you questions, but not calling you and having you tell me that you were talking to this friend or that and hanging up! LOL Actually, I admired your ability to "friend."

On your 90th Birthday, I want to thank you for me, your daughter, who is who she is because you wrote that tithe check every week, made my dresses, bought my Bible, made sure that I understood real beauty, and that I grew up in a church of strong faith believers. 

God is faithful. His plan is perfect. I am blessed. Happy 90th Birthday, Mother!

 

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Painted

 

The three of us painted today and had lunch. I have such creative friends! Me...not sure. We had a relaxing time. Soon Studio 400 in downtown Plainview will be open for friends painting opportunities. Can't wait!!!

 

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