G-d Loveth a Cheerful Giver!

[Sparkey]

God loves that giver who (whom?) gives with cheer! :wink

So it might sound like I'm here to toot my own horn but really and in all honesty, I'm just hear because I like to toot my own horn...
NO. WAIT! Tha's not what I wanted to say; I'm NOT here to toot, I'm here to brag.
No. Dag nab it! (which is a rather nice way of saying "doggone it". Or Dang! or the more familiar cuss word, [expletive deleted].

I'm here to show an example of my philosophy of giving, as I understand it, from the bible and as whispered to me by the Spirit HOLY... and I'm here to break my own rules, also given to me by God, that I hide all good actions that He has for me to do.​

So I'm a bragger and a rule breaker, but having established that, may I continue?

I may? Oh, okay. Thank you. *WINK* How nice of you to let me continue to say what I came to say. *Big Grin* --Because there I was rolling out of Wally-World-Mart and there was a guy on the corner at the exit of the parking lot and he was flying a cardboard sign/flag that mentioned God. And I felt that familiar prompting and so I pulled over and spoke to him. And he didn't look like your typical but that would not bother me even if he did. "Do only what your hand is Given to do." Otherwise, it don't count.

If you know me, you know that I speak in multiples. I don't know how to communicate a single idea concept or idea as a stand-alone thought. Well, I do, but it doesn't work (for me) very well. Because, I indeed communicated a single stand-alone thought when I thought up that rather catchy (if not somewhat misleading) title to this thread. But I don't speak in titles or in bumper-sticker catch phrases. That's not how I thimk and that's not how I talk. I talk IRL like I talk here. My thimking comes in multiples. So I prefaced the message (that I had some $$ for him) with a quick preach;

• "My pappy told me something strange, once" ...a long time ago. Because we are so proud, even those who want to help others, all too often, can't find anybody to share with. So, after my dad's way of thimking, you are giving me a gift too because finding somebody who is willing to ask when they need help is not all that easy.
• "God loves a cheerful giver..."
• "And, You've heard of The Widow's Mite" -- if I give all that I have? Then it's like being that widow that Jesus mentioned. So I'm gonna give all that I have to you, I said, reaching for my wallet. And I saw that trace smile and that twinkle of a thought, "I just hit the jackpit" -- but it died as fast as it was born when he peeked into my leather-clad wallet 'treasure'. "What? Only a lousy three bucks?" (I am actually poor, so that's a lot to me) ---> and I didn't hear him say that because he didn't say that, but I read it on his face. It was just a trace of a thought but I caught it, and didn't let it break my smile. It's time for CHEER. BOOM! And he could have hit a larger jackpot too. I'm never certain of how much cash I have on hand. Tracking is only for bank accounts. And mine is easy. Way easy. Because I'm close to broke all the time is why.

But then I told him that I was only going to give all the cash that I had on hand, and I know that's like me rolling up (I was on my motorcycle) and giving my last 2 cents . No big deal, right? But God see's the truth and the hearts of a matter and I am indeed poor so this little bit o' cash is more than you might think. I know it's not enough to buy a full meal, but it's all the cash I had (set aside for my own use).

I won't replenish my carry around cash until it's time. SO it was and is a sacrifice, an ongoing sacrifice. God knows. And I said all that rather quick-like and even though it's somewhat complex to follow when you read-all-about-it here on the forum, in newspaper reporter style? it's way easy to follow when you have a grinning idiot talking and smiling at ya from his motorcycle with cash in his hand. He was very receptive (to what I had to say as well as to cash dollar money gift). I told him, "You could even be an angel, ya never know!" and he was familiar with that one too. I saw his eye twinkle in familiar recall of that Holy Writ. He didn't deny being an angel either, but I know he was just flesh. Why give a couple bucks to an angelic being? What? Am I stupid? Or am I laying up treasure in heaven? I think we both know the answer I hope for on that one.

So I just said, "goodbye" and "Well, that is, if I can get through this intersection, that is," as I sped off. The other cars missed me so I'm here, safe in my home, telling you about it.

God loves a cheerful giver. He does indeed.