Monday, January 11, 2010

The Little Blue Box

Anyone who knows me at all knows that my car is somewhat of a, well, junk-collector. In fact, last time the kiddos rode in my dad’s car they said: “Becca, your car ain’t never been this clean.” Out of the mouth of children comes truth my friends.

When we pulled up to April’s temporary residence the other day, children literally poured from the house and packed themselves into every crevice of my car. They were determined it was going to snow and they could come spend the night at our house. Besides feeling slightly panicky at the thought of Toddrick (who most likely needs some ADHD medication or at the very least a little Super-Nanny) running around my house, I was pretty convinced that Tuesday night was not going to bring snow (and lo and behold I was right. As usual).

Oh my rabbit trail.

Anyways, while the kids were in the car, they discovered all manner of knick-knacks and trash-like items, which they were determined they should keep. In fact, I let them have approximately 19 diet coke cans in order to hide my major slight problem from Adam. Oh I kid. But seriously, sweet little Ray-Ray found a tiny little blue box (which at one point held earrings, which are now lost. Probably somewhere in my car). He begged me to let him keep it. I peeked inside to make sure it didn’t contain my missing earrings, and then readily agreed. Because, you know, one less thing for me to throw away.

After much ferrying and transporting of items and people from residence to apartment and back again (a journey which involved being tailed for a good 10 minutes by some undercover cops. Who were very sneaky and under-cover-like hiding in the Bluffs in an unmarked car holding 4 white guys in black stocking caps and gov’t plates). We finally dropped April and the babies back off. We were just getting ready to pull out of the driveway, when Ray Ray came running back out to hand me the little blue box. Despite my assurances that it was for him to keep forever, he insisted that I take it, whispering in my ear that there was a present inside. Grinning and winking at him, I took the box and hurried to the car in an attempt to escape the frigid cold. It’s like I never even lived in Canada with my low tolerance for sub-zero weather.

Pulling out of the neighborhood, I peeked inside the box, and saw a crumpled up one dollar bill. And in that moment, I melted into a puddle on the ground. I mean that gift, my friends, was one of the truest expressions of loving kindness and sacrifice I have ever received. All of a sudden, I was able to understand Jesus’ words about the widow who sacrificed everything. Giving her few coins when it was all she had. Sacrificial Giving. The kind of giving that Jesus described in Luke when he said: "All these people gave their gifts out of their wealth; but she out of her poverty put in all she had to live on" (Luke 21:4).

So what does it look like in my life, in your lives, to give sacrificially? I dont even know the answer to that. But I know that we are all living in poverty in one way or another: be it relationally, personally, materially, spiritually . . . So out of my lack, out of my poverty, I will give.

“I will not sacrifice to the LORD my God burnt offerings that cost me nothing." (2 Sam 24:24)

19 comments:

  1. Bless his heart! I am sure you were a puddle on the ground at that moment. That touches my heart!

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  2. Loved this post (as usual) you are such a good writer and I am always blesesd by your posts. What a sweet story!

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  3. This is way too precious for words. I had already melted into my own little puddle and washed away before I was even done reading that sentence. Makes you wonder why we ever think God wants us to wait until we have our very best to offer before we give him anything, doesn't it?

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  4. WOW WOW WOW!!

    This blessed my socks off!!!!!

    All I can simply say is WOW!

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  5. This is so very sweet. What a precious child to give like that.

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  6. That made me cry. In a GOOD way. How sweet is that boy's heart? Oh please.. link this up to True Story Tuesday at Once Upon a Miracle; it needs to be read by as many people as possible. What a day brightener!

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  7. Wow. Great post.

    And PS- lovin your photography skills.

    I was tempted to put a "z" on that.

    But I didn't.

    But like I said, great post.

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  8. Oh wow! You never cease to move me to goose-bumps! That is such a touching story. And you have such an awesome way about how you tell it. So full of meaning and hope. Goose-bumps and shivers...that's what I have.

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  9. WOW! Goosebumps and tears! Who Christ is in YOU amazes me! I love how He lets you know "the least of these" because of your faithfulness to love them well!

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  10. Good Lord Woman - you made me all weepy and snotty (in the runny nose kind of way).

    Golly, what kids can teach us. And how genuine of an expression of love was that?

    So grateful for the blessings you are receiving in the middle of obedience.

    And PamD is right - would love to link you up... this qualifies as amazing & miraculous!

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  11. A lurker so moved, I'm actually commenting. Thank you for sharing and making me think!

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  12. I'm a sniveling mess every time I read this. Girl, you are changing those kids lives and I have no doubt that you are changing their hearts as well. So proud of y'all...

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  13. I am sitting here in front of my laptop sounding very much like that orphan from Annie that says, "oh my goodness, oh my goodness" over and over again.

    What a sweet, sweet heart. I'd have been a puddle too.

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  14. Oh, Becca.

    Really touched my heart.

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  15. Melt me into a puddle too. What a sweet, sweet boy.

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