"She extends her hand to the poor, and she stretches out her hands to the needy." Proverbs 31:20
I've been thinking a good bit about giving lately. Not the kind of giving that's easy but the kind of giving that touches on sacrifice and inconvenience. I guess it's natural at this time of year.
You see, my husband works for a residential children's home. Eight years ago we sold our little house and moved on campus. We did lots of budget rearranging and followed his passion for heart-hurt children. We have on-call nights, people knocking on our doors at odd times and creative scheduling. My husband has had to leave at bedtime to find food for emergency admits. We give.
And I'm kind of embarrassed to admit this, but there are times when I'm resting on that. Like, ok. We're good. We've given. After eight years, it feels awful comfortable.
And most days I'm barely holding it down. My life is one of those big parachute things with the handles and my life stuffs are helium balloons that I'm trying to corral under that big, bright sheet of nylon. My life things are regularly sneaking out and I'm frantically running around trying to secure it all down and still move forward.
Can I really give more? Can I really stretch my hand out to meet people where they are? Most of the time I feel like I can't. I've got this delicate balance going on.
But then I remember how a believer gives. She is gracious; she lends--all day long (Psalm 37:25). And do you know what? She's never abandoned, left to beg for bread (Psalm 37:24).
I'm held. I've got more than enough to give and no reason to worry about it running out.
And so I've been thinking a good bit more about giving. Not writing off the inconvenient. Not thinking that I only have so much.
It might be going out of my way just to see that person who's on my heart. It might be taking five minutes to answer an email from a friend who needs some encouragement. It might be making and taking a meal to someone when time is limited and my weekly budget is tight. It might be risking the uncomfortable to reach a hurting heart.
What do you say, friends? Let's stretch our hands out.