I had to learn how to give. It didn’t come naturally. I was born selfish. Maybe partly because I didn’t have much to offer. I started out as a little ball of need. Gimme gimme gimme!
At some point, probably while tussling over a toy in the sandbox, someone told me to share. For a while that word became dreaded. Share?! But then one day, some other kid was told to share. With me. Wow! Such joy. I could play with a toy that I’d never seen before. Or have an extra snack. It was like my birthday. Or Christmas.
When I learned the joy of being shared with, I could start to experience the joy of sharing too. It’s really fun to see joy blossom on someone else’s face.
God is love. He is good. He is wise. And He wants all His children to be filled with joy. So He tells us to share. Not because He is mean and doesn’t want me to have nice things. On the contrary, He knows the joy that sharing my nice things (that He’s given me) will bring to the sharer, the sharee, the whole world.
Dear God,
Thank you for your love, your goodness, and your wisdom. Thank you for the joy of giving. I want to live in a world filled with sharing and joy. Thank you for blessing me with nice things so that I am able to share them with others. Forgive me for the times when I clutch them tightly instead. Remind me, gently, to share.
CamDevo 