A Generous Heart

I stopped by my sister’s house late this afternoon.  When I walked in the door, the tantalizing smell of a pot roast cooking met me full force.  Oh my gosh, it’s dinnertime and I’m an unexpected guest, I thought, how am going to have the strength to deal with this?  My sister is famous for her good cooking, especially pies.  I knew I needed to stay a few moment, tell her I needed to get home and cook dinner for my husband, but it smelled so good.  She graciously invited me to eat with her, but I didn’t know how much food was cooking in that pot.  It was a well-known fact that people kinda drifted in at mealtime at her kitchen.  I reasoned with myself that I would visit while she finished cooking and do the comparison: how many people and how much food were we dealing with?  Now, I could have stopped by a fast food place on the way home, but I wanted to stay and enjoy her hospitality and visit with whomever stopped by.  I was being a wuss…

I found she had already given half of the meal away to be taken to a sick grandson, but had some left for her two sons.  They all insisted I stay.  I watched that pot.  I remembered how Jesus had fed the crowd with those two little fishes the boy had in his lunch sack.  I don’t know exactly how much went into that pot, but there was enough to come out of it to feed all of us, and a small piece of meat left over.  Hmmm…

My sister recently lost her husband, but she seems to be doing pretty good.  She keeps busy and is always doing something for others.  The finances have narrowed with only one income, but she still finds enough to make a birthday cake, have a tuna-fish lunch with a granddaughter on break, and other small kindnesses.  Like that pot roast, God seems to stretch her provisions to meet her generosity.  I am so proud of her and her attitude.  She’s making the best of things.  I’m glad to be her sister.