Finally, my 16-year-old neighbor Katie is done with chemo and has a clean medical report. I stopped by to talk to her mom today. She's been my friend since the kids were in kindergarten. We were both teary eyed, standing on the very edge of a journey that still progresses one day at a time, sharing a heart-felt hug.
Katie's mom thanked me for what I'd given them during these tough months—meals, just stopping by to talk, a basket of muffins now and then. To me, these were small things. I wish I could have given more—but giving in a small way brought me joy.
Jesus gave everything on the cross. We just celebrated Easter, where we remember the gift that he gave, which opened the door to the best gift—eternal life.
What could be more loving than giving? To say you love but not show it is not love at all. I would also argue that there is little that is more transforming than generosity. When we serve or give in quiet, through behind-the-scenes sorts of ways, we demonstrate a powerful ...1