There is this book that I read to sweet Elin, a little girl that I nanny, called Mine-O-Saur. It’s all about this dinosaur that thinks everything is his and no one wants to be around him. Well, at the end of the book he learns how to share.
Sharing…
We have all been taught at such an early age how to share.
So it should be easy right?
Actually, it’s extremely hard.
I always thought I shared really well back home, but turns out I really didn’t.
I shared what I wanted to share and when I felt obligated to share I tried to be okay with it, but inside I was being a spoiled brat. Basically, I was throwing myself a pity party inside my mind.
I think it’s harder to share as an adult.
We think everything is ours because we worked hard for it, but we forget whom it really all belongs to.
It all belongs God.
Everything we think is ours is really His.
Being on the race you would think everything would be super easy for us “missionaries” to share, be kind, and give.
Let me tell you: it is not.
We are still humans who struggle with our flesh daily. Especially…
- When I get junk food that reminds me of home, vegetables, or protein and a teammate asks if he or she could have some; when finding good food is hard to come by when you usually just get rice.
- When my teammate just ran out of shampoo or conditioner and asks if she can use some of your shampoo or conditioner; when finding decent shampoo and conditioner is rare outside of the states.
- When a teammate asks to borrow a piece of clothing; when you barely have enough clean clothes to last the next two days and thinking, “Well, is she going to wash it, or will I have to?”
The enemy easily sneaks his soundtrack in my head during those weak moments saying,
They should have used that sparing
Don’t let them have that
It’s yours not their
You found it!
Yet, that still small voice says, “Give, because every good thing given and every perfect gift is from above.”
That simple sentence programed in my mind reminds me constantly that everything I have is a gift from God;
My friends and family.
My clothes.
My life.
Nothing is truly mine.
I share now not out of obligation, but because I’m reminded of just how much God has gifted me in my life. Not only with material things but with his love, mercy, and grace.
When I think of all the good things he has provided me, how could I not share?
