Thursday, March 3, 2011
i can remember as a little girl taking in a quarter for nursery school offering at Faith Church. very happily digging it out of daddy's coin basket on his desk, carrying it in my little longaberger basket purse, and placing it in miss peggy's little, white, church-shaped piggy bank.
years later, as a babysitter and waitress, i wrestled with and then turned to proudly giving my tithe.
i'd always been a saver, so not having money was not so much a problem for me. but i've had to learn lessons about what to do with my other 90%, post-tithe.
i didn't have a job during my first two years of college, i worked in the summers and i knew my parents had my back. my junior year i happened upon 2 jobs. a resident assistant job in the dorms (that i didn't really desire, but applied for because i thought it would be fun and we'd have a bigger room) and a teaching assistant job with the new mission's professor, who my roommate was working for.
something changed in me. somewhere after earning money i started feeling like a "poor college student." i took the position of my friends. "i can't do that, i'm a poor college student."
i remember vividly my dad sitting me down over a break and telling me it made him sad to hear me say that. he told me i was not a poor college student because i had him and my mom. that instead, i should go out to eat or whatever, from time to time and if my friends couldn't afford it, then i should treat them. if i couldn't afford it, then i should charge it to them. the lesson was learned. rarely did i have to fall back on my parents, but i knew i could. instead a great lesson was learned.
always find ways to be generous. God will always provide.
i think back now and wonder how destructive it would have been, had i enter mission work without this mindset. how many times would i have said, "oh, i'm just a poor missionary."
sometimes i need the reminder. but i am so thankful for the lesson to be generous and the joy that God allows me to have every time i give something away.