Hi Mom, first let me say that I love you. Second, I wanted to tell you that at the age of 21.75 years old I finally learned how to share.
I finally learned that things I have shouldn’t be held onto in a selfish way.
I finally learned that people don’t always ruin the nice things that I let them use.
I finally learned others don’t have as much as me and I am jipping them the opportunity to experience IF I don’t share.
I finally pulled out those prideful; egocentric roots in my life and learned to not worry.
I finally learned it hurts me most worrying about what is “mine” and what is definitely not someone else’s to be utilizing.
I finally learned that you cannot take material possessions to heaven, you just can’t.
I finally learned that everything I have is a direct blessing from a person that’s not me.
I finally analyzed your life Mom. You always shared everything you had without question and were constantly and example in this way.
And I finally opened my eyes to God who shares TOO much with me and it was about time I noticed that if HE does it, I should be doing it in my own life.
Want to know when and HOW I came to understand this lesson about sharing?
It was in the middle of me giggling as three little girls watched as an 18 year old girl living in a home that’s not her own draw eyebrows on me with my eyeliner pencil. As I thought about what was happening before my very own face, I wondered why I put such an emphasis on the word “my.” MY eyeliner was being used to draw some gaudy, obnoxiously dark eyebrows on my face, and it was one of the two pencils I had brought on the World Race- mind you, almost gone. And for the second time this month (see my blog title “Being All In”) I realized what was and what was NOT important.
I real thought crossed my mind and I thought. WHO CARES? Who cares that I’ll have to buy a new pencil? Who cares that I look like a fool for the sake of bonding closer to the kids? Who cares that they all have lice and I was in a pretty risky position to fall prey to it as well? The answer: Not me.
I don’t care anymore and I’ve learned to share. All my makeup was about gone after those makeover, but there wasn’t a face without a smile (or smeared lipstick) anywhere.
Thanks God for the lessons, you sure know how to teach them.
