I say it several times a day, "You can share!"
I have a visual graphic of it in my classroom.
We insist on it as grown ups teaching children.
Each day I consider the sharing that takes place.
Sharing of thoughts. Sharing of tape. Sharing of swings and recess balls.
The kids have it down. (Mostly)
Sometimes I wonder, why don't I?
Jesus is pretty clear about this one: Share with those who need it. Share your home. Share your food. Share Me.
As it usually goes, when I drag my feet to share, I'm tired. Cynical. Worn out.
But when I'm extending hospitality, sharing that food, and reaching out with His Word?
I feel purposeful.
I feel invigorated.
I feel strong.