When Someone Has Been Given Much

 

I'm joining Zoe at "Uncharted" for Six Sentence Stories where our cue this week is "given"...

My husband and I have spent a good deal of time this week helping a disabled senior in our community whose own family seems blind to even his most basic needs like food and running water, and we will be doing so again next week, and as long as we are able and our help is needed.

It's not that we have a lot of extra money for the giving these days with me not working,  we barely cover our expenses; and yet we always manage to find enough to pay for our gas to transport him to doctor appointments, materials to help repair his broken water line, propane refills for his water heater, and food for him and his dogs.

He fusses because he cannot repay us, and I tell him that friends take care of friends and he would do the same, and I know he would if he was able. It is a joy to see how much he appreciates the smallest things... a warm dinner, or my husband taking his empty propane tanks to get them filled.

I don't understand why his own children with substantial incomes leave him hungry and cold, and even borrow money from him with no thought of repayment, fully aware of how small his disability check is, while promising to help him out later... but they never do; I know it hurts his heart.

We give him our time, our energy, our food and supplies, and our love, because we can... because we want to... and because we should - because God has given so much to us and He provides enough for us to share; and the truth is that we are more even more blessed in giving than he is in receiving.

"When someone has been given much, much will be required in return" -  Luke 12:48

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How It Turned Out

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I'm joining Zoe at "Uncharted" for Six Sentence Stories where our cue this week is "turn"...

How It Turned Out

My life hasn't turned out as I expected; certainly not the way I planned

In youth I dreamed of adventure, and career plans that seemed very grand

 

But life took me other directions, and I let people lead me astray

Struggles replaced grand adventures; lessons were learned on the way

 

Maybe I could have done better if I'd stuck to the plan in my head

But then I wouldn't be who I am now, so I'm glad it went this way instead

 

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Outranked

I'm joining Zoe at "Uncharted" for Six Sentence Stories where our cue this week is "rank"...

My previous husband worked in the oilfield and spent his all his free time playing drums in a rock n' roll band.  He was a charmer, but told me early on that music would always be number one in his life, marijuana would be number two, and I would be number three.  He laughed when he said it, but he wasn't joking.  Naïve and over-confident, I laughed too, thinking that in no time at all I'd move up the ranks in his heart.  Although he claimed to love me, in thirteen years of marriage I never came first... or even second.  In observing his failed relationships since then, I note that his priorities still haven't changed.

 

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A Cheesy Poem

 

 I'm joining Zoe at "Uncharted" for Six Sentence Stories where our cue this week is "cheesy"...

 

The stories I write are quite cheesy; yes, almost as bad as this rhyme

I won't earn my fortune in writing, but still it's my favorite pastime

I never will run out of stories, or things that I'm wanting to say

I'm pretty sure I could just sit here and write fourteen hours a day

Alas, there is housework and laundry; the furkids are wanting to play

I'll cease stringing words for the moment, but return before end of the day

 

 

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