I give not from plenty but from a willing heart for I’ve seen the need—the tear-filled eyes.
It’s in these moments I feel Your call to share my blessings, no matter the size. In the hands of the poor, I place my gift. Not for reward, but because it’s right. For in serving others, I see Your face, and in their darkness, I share Your light.
I don’t give out of pressure or pride, but with joy. Knowing You see what I do, and every small act, every word of care is a reflection of the love I owe to You. When anxiety weighs down a troubled soul, may my kindness lift them from despair. in giving, I too am blessed—a reminder that You are always there.
So I open my hand and give with grace, trusting You to multiply what’s small. For You have said, in every measure the greatest gift is love above all.
Acts 20:35 "In everything I did, I showed you that by this kind of hard work we must help the weak, remembering the words the Lord Jesus himself said: ‘It is more blessed to give than to receive."
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