Today I am sharing our weekly giving for the month of March. This is a yearly project - 52 Weeks of Giving - to be intentional about giving of our abundance. Become more and more generous. I have learned over the years that for one to become a generous person it doesn't just happen. We have to be generous through our giving, our tithes, our offerings. Stretch ourselves out in faith.
Outrageously, I have been for the life of the unborn in my heart since I solidified where I stand on abortion. At the same time I understand a woman's right to choose. I just want to advocate that women choose life, because abortion isn't the only answer. I decided to put my money where my heart is this week.
We pretty much every week will give to our Fostering Compassion family. This week when I took them pizza I brought mom a bunch of flowers, too!
A gift for our great niece who is expecting a boy!
I don't take lightly the expectation of our Lord Jesus Christ to give generously. This simple weekly intention keeps me focused on doing just that. I can count on the leading of the Holy Spirit every week to direct what He has already so graciously given generously, Himself.
Outrageous, sacrificial generosity is a learned, living out exercise that opens the flood gates of abundant blessing. When you sit in generosity, when it becomes a part of your everyday, God shows up and meets that need too. Any generosity that comes from Jeff and I first comes from God. We are simply His hands, His vessel.
I would challenge anyone who wants to see God show up in their lives. Make the decision to be generous every week for a year. Give of themselves, of their time, of their money, at least once every week. Without fail God shows up. Not only does He place the need in front of me but He has provided to meet that need. I'm not stretching the truth. I am simply stating fact. God is generous.
While we have grown immensely in our walk with the Lord, it is in giving that I feel I have grown the most. I am above all a selfish creature. Giving kicks selfishness to the curb and sometimes, to the middle of a busy street to get crushed by passing trucks. A crushed self gives God so much more to work with. Less of me and more of Him.