The Giver Gets the Greatest Blessing

The Giver Gets the Greatest Blessing - The Glorious Table

Tigist invited me into her home in Ethiopia because I was—and still am—her American sister/sponsor. When my heart was stirred toward orphan prevention, my girlfriends joined me, we pooled our money, and I earned the opportunity to be Tigist’s honored guest.

The inequities of our lives churned inside me during our visit. Our two birthplaces make our realities wildly different. Her entire home is the size of my master bathroom. I have access to medical specialists, while her community has one doctor per 33,333 people. My hard work has the power to significantly change my situation. Her hard work, day in and day out, barely keeps malnutrition at bay.

Trying to make sense of these disparities has been an open, working file in my mind since the day I met Tigist. I need to understand how God is working and what he expects from me. The privilege of my birthplace is a sacred offering I have to give to the world.

Wrestling with these questions has caused unexpected certitudes to appear. The most brilliant is that what I’ve gained by giving far outweighs what I’ve given.

Join me over at The Glorious Table to read the conclusion of this post.

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