A Generous Heart

“And He looked up and saw the rich putting their gifts into the treasury, and He saw also a certain poor widow putting in two mites.So He said, “Truly I say to you that this poor widow has put in more than all; for all these out of their abundance have put in offering sfor God, but she out of her poverty put in all the livelihood that she had.” Luke 21:1-4

“Give what you have. To someone, it may be better than you dare to think.” ― Henry Wadsworth Longfellow

Never thought it would happen to me. Widow. I am not in the straits the poor widow in the above verse was but money has flown out of my hands with my husband’s illness and death. My life will never be the same and the financial freedom is gone too. I remember a Christian/recovered alcoholic speaker, with a lump in his throat and wet eyes, cautioned about money. He found the love of his life, they married, a short time later she was diagnosed with cancer and their money was gone. In a flash she was gone too. He never saved money again. He picked up what little he owned along with his shattered heart and started helping addicts. That’s the last I heard of him. But he still gave. He trusted God that “all things work to good for those who love him.” I believe our Father redeemed his pain now and eternally.

Jesus personified giving with gracefulness and trust. He had nothing and yet everything. He still gives from his abundant treasure. His mercies are new every morning.

He gave from the heart. These are tough times for so many of us but realize you have so much to give! It may be welcoming arms, an attentive ear, an encouraging word or time. Priceless! The fullness we receive is priceless too!  Cast your bread. Treasure in heaven.


When cash is flush, life is smooth and sunshine is everywhere, it’s easy to be generous. In fact, that’s the time I’m most thankful and giving. It’s easy to give from abundance. When dark and lean times come, the fanatical clutching of money, things and property is an overwhelming temptation. We lose sleep, anxiety is constant and control rears it’s ugly head.  Our tempers lash out. We forget there are many ways to give. We forget that our Father is a generous Father. “We can trust the man who died for us.”


Dear Father,

Thank you that you’ve given us your son. Thank you that he became poor so we could be rich. Thank you that he died so we could live. Thank you for our daily bread. Thank you for our families, friends and courageous leaders. Thank you that you are faithful, even when we can only scrape up a mustard seed of faith. Open our eyes and hearts to see how generous you are and with the faith that sees the more we give, the more we receive—“Pressed down and flowing over.”


Published by Barbara Hinther

Barbara Hinther author of Meditations and Encouragement for the Caregiver of a Loved One with Dementia and What About Me, God. Time to share what she has learned and hopefully, others will know they are not alone. This too, shall pass with beautiful, yet painful, lessons. Barbara lives in a rural town in Idaho where all is community. Bless everyone in the community for their support and their never-ending let’s pitch in attitude! She worked in marketing for over 30 years and volunteered with the Idaho Youth Ranch and St. Vincent’s de Paul Thrift Store. Then her hardest job ever was caring for her husband who died from Lewy body dementia and needed her full-time care. Feelings of abandonment were constant. Life was very difficult for a while, but love, faith and hope will overcome. Let the adventure continue!

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