On the Tuesday before Thanksgiving, I was walking down the street and a man asked to rake my yard.
I laughed and apologized. "I'm sorry sir, I don't have a yard."
I on my way back to the car I stopped and I wished him well.
"The leaves are down and the wind is blowing, I hope someone passes who can give you some business!"
We got to talking. It turns out he was in Japan in the '80s with the Navy.
We compared notes for a while and then at my suggestion, we walked to a restaurant.
I bought him a meal, wished him well and thanked him for the fellowship we shared on that blustery fall day.
And then I walked away.
When I was talking with Joe, I didn't remember that Thanksgiving was in two days.
I just went on down my list of things to do, until I remembered.
On Thursday as I sat down to my first Thanksgiving in two years, I wondered where was Joe?
Who did he celebrate the day with? Could I have helped him have a better Thanksgiving?
I feel called to give, I think most of us do. We are blessed without debt and so I am able to give without reservation. However, I am often left feeling that whatever I have shared, it is never enough. I do look to my husband to help guide me, because one time when I was asked, I gave away our car.
giving in a different light.