We were siting at the table; the girls and I. We were making prayer cards to send along with our donation for the tents they are asking for in Haiti, to house the now homeless. I was trying to teach the girls about giving and helping others in need. As it turned out I was the one that needed to learn a lesson...
I was asking the girls if they would like to give some of 'their own money' from the piggy bank to help the people buy tents to live in, and then it hit me! It hit me hard! (some times God needs to speak to me that way:) Here I was trying to get my kids involved in helping others, trying to give them an understanding of what these people have lost, and all we have to be thankful for and then God showed me my heart! It wasn't pretty. I have been very ungrateful. :( Especially in the area of our home. A few of you have probably heard my many complaints about our humble little abode, and I am ashamed over my ungrateful heart. I was also reminded of a time a while back when we were leaving one home and couldn't find another and someone said to me, "Well at least it's summer and you could always tent if you had to." I was SO offended. "What! Live in a tent?" Now here I am, sending what we can to these people that so desperately need food, water, and tents and my heart is broken! Forgive me Lord and help me to be an example to my girls in words and actions; always having a thankful heart. I feel pretty silly about what I thought a house needed to look like, and how many rooms one needed to have. As I look around our little two bedroom suite tonight... some how it looks like a castle.
