Sharing our belongings. I like the idea but often the reality is a struggle. I realise how tightly I hold on to things and how proud I am of our belongings. Fear of belongings being damaged, broken hold me back. We don’t have many things and much of what we have kept and moved around the world with us, more than once, have personal memories and value to them. Belongings take on a greater place in my heart than another person. I spend my days teaching our boys to share. Yet how will they truly get what sharing is when they do not see me sharing?
Lord forgive me and teach me to be generous, to be extravagant with our belongings with others. To give freely.