When we give our lives away, we gain so much in return.
My parents modeled that type of giving from as far back as I can remember. For instance, when we moved into our home on 23rdand Madison in Eugene the front door of our home built in the late 1800’s, opened onto an ally. Dad remodeled the house, switched the back to the front, and where that front door once was turned into the bathroom.
But one of my first memories of my parents giving happened before that change. I still see Mom and Dad taking some of our Thanksgiving turkey to some worker that came up the alley. Now it might have been the mailman the day after Thanksgiving, but whoever the laborer, the part I remember is the sharing.
My mother is eighty-six now and still sharing with others. She takes her friends out for meals and this last week took a lady for a long drive up the McKenzie River. So what about me right now? I’ve been pretty self-focused this week. Haven’t handed out my business cards or told a patient about my book, but tomorrow I plan to give Capsules of Hope: Survival Guide for Caregivers to someone. I just know this battle with cancer isn’t about me—it’s about how the Lord is using me to reach out to another person.
Oh yes, and today I was reminded of Proverbs 11:25, “He who refreshes others is himself refreshed.” My parents are like the two beautiful roses they have shared so much with so many, they also taught me to share, too.