My sweet child,
Right in the middle of the week, you did it. You set this weary heart of mine on a new course.
Because when you surrendered your wadded-up bills and said, “I want to give,” I saw in you the graciousness and generosity that the Living Water pours into our hearts. And sweetheart, after walking a long, dry road of serving and caregiving for a while, I was thirsty.
When you were smaller, you found it very hard to give, as most children do. But I see you growing into a young woman, earning your own babysitting money and engaging with a needful world across the street and across the sea. It’s Jesus in you; He’s giving you this compassion as a torch for your generation, and I pray that you will shine the Light of Christ in dark places.
When you saw a need and presented your offering, drops of Living Water fell soothingly on dried-out clay of my heart.
Could it be that caring is contagious?
I think yes. And so, my girl, I’m grateful that you interrupted my pity-party-of-one and infected me with a renewed compassion to knock out the complacency and entitlement that’s running viral in our world.
Thank you, daughter, for caring.