We seem to be eating a lot of cookies here in Nicaragua.

We eat them for snacks. 

We get them as treats for answering a question in Sunday School.

The team gives them to the kids who come to play soccer.

I’ve seen the same thing happen over and over again with these cookies.

Someone gives a child a cookie and they immediately break it in half and find their brother, their sister, or a friend and give that half away.

 

Sometimes they even give half back to whoever gave it to them.

         It may not seem like a big deal.

   

                                                   But it really is.

The people of Nicaragua have little. 

Often they don’t have enough food to eat.

They don’t always have clean clothes to put on,

Or a house with a roof that doesn’t leak.

But, instead of holding on so tightly to what they do have,
they
willingly give it away.

 
They seem to live in such lack. 

But they give as if they have plenty.

I see true, selfless generosity here every day.

Maybe I’ve had it wrong.

Just maybe my life has been where the real lack is.

I’ve always had enough to eat, nice clothes to wear
and a beautiful, safe home.

 
I’ve had the things.

 But, I haven’t always had a heart that gives generously.

Sometimes I still have trouble giving without letting the fear of lack talk me out of it.

More often lately I am able to remember that God is enough
and because I am His I will have enough.

I want to be a woman who gives generously and dangerously

I want to be aware of what I do have
and how I can use that to help the people around me.

 
And I am being reminded of this every time I see
someone here eat a cookie.

 
When you give a Nicaraguan a cookie,
they don’t ask for milk.

 
When you give a Nicaraguan a cookie,
you learn what real generosity looks like.