I see God in a cardboard box full of delicious, organic food from a friend who’s learning not to be selfish.
I see God in friends who, while I’m away at a conference with my husband, watch my kids—passing them like precious batons, moving two car seats and a Tinker Bell suitcase from car to car, house to house.
I see God in an anonymous $25 Starbucks card and then, a week later, another anonymous gift card—same handwriting on the small white envelope.
I see God in Texas Pecan and Banana Nut coffee, filling my house with cozy smells, gifts.
I see God in a week in late August on Padre Island watching my kids build sandcastles—a trip I do not pay for, a trip generously provided every year out of love.
I see my generous, generous God in His generous, generous people.
I read a book this week, Shauna Niequist’s Cold Tangerines. It’s about little joys, graces, about “celebrating the extraordinary nature of everyday life.” It’s about generosity, too.
Here’s a highlight:
"I have been surprised to find that I am given more life, more hope, more moments of buoyancy and redemption, the more I give up. The more I let go, do without, reduce, the more I feel rich."
Today, thinking of generous people and my generous God, I figured I’d let a little generosity spill over. So, who wants a book?
Tell me about something generous someone did for you—somewhere you’ve seen God—and you’ll be entered for a chance to win my copy of Cold Tangerines. You’ll like it. It’s yummy.
[Include your full name in your comment so I can track you down. A winner will be chosen at random. Probably by my five-year-old.]