My parents taught me, as a kid, to share. It was one of those simple little lessons that God has allowed me to learn. As life goes on, the principle of sharing has taken on a more profound meaning.
Sharing time with others, and building meaningful relationships, has been a blessing while at other times, a heartache. Some have drifted away as the paths of life have gone in different directions.
Learning the lesson of sharing with others has brought profound experiences. Appreciation of people as well as the arrogance of others; which has caused me to investigate my motivation for sharing. It is through those that I have learned more about my heart. Why did I give? Was it to help others? Was it to feel good about myself? Just what was the real motive behind the act of generosity? Was it to feel superior? Hopefully, it was none of these.
Listening to God’s whispers to extend a helping hand requires of me a deeper growing relationship with the Almighty. It means for me to have a quiet time. A time beyond reading God’s Word. Even a time beyond my average prayer time. It’s time to set aside all the cares of my life and reflect on the goodness of God. This time of reflection brings a fresh appreciation of the things that He has allowed me to experience, and especially the times He has brought me out of some self-imposed catastrophe.
It is that time of meditation that He brings that thought of sharing. It could be words of encouragement to give to someone. Maybe a short visit to say I was thinking of you. The personal touch means more. Much more. Whatever God impresses you with is indispensable. Important to the recipient. Later, when you reflect on the day, it is genuinely a pure warm feeling, “God used me today.” That peace when I realize that the God of the universe spoke to my heart. That is gratifying.
Whenever God whispers, listen with your heart. Then go and do whatever He instructs. Sharing will make a difference in someone’s life both now and in eternity.