I can still see him. Eyeing the temptations at our local bakery.
The boys and I had gotten there first. They were deciding on a special Friday night treat. And the options were nearly endless…cupcakes, muffins, cookies. Their eyes were huge.
But his were sad. He came in. Settled on the jumbo cookie on the bottom shelf. Then I heard him ask how much it was. Heard the cashier respond $1.25. Then saw him walk out the door.
$1.25. And he left.
I should have spoken up. Offered to buy it. It all happened so fast. It always does.
I’m so blessed. Spoiled. How dare I live in this comfort when someone is starving down the road. When $1 seems like a million.
And there’s a balance. “He richly provides us with everything to enjoy.” The blessings are from Him. He likes to give to His children like a Father.
But today the balance seems unbalanced. Have I even been trying to balance it? And what can I do? I stay here. Raise kids. Take them to the bakery.
Father, keep my eyes open. My heart soft. And my hands ready to give.
If You’d only given me the cross, that would have been enough.
“As for the rich in this present age, charge them not to be haughty, nor to set their hopes on the uncertainty of riches, but on God, who richly provides us with everything to enjoy. They are to do good, to be rich in good works, to be generous and ready to share, thus storing up treasure for themselves as a good foundation for the future, so that they may take hold of that which is truly life.” (I Timothy 6:17-19)