Visiting my parents, our daughter Becky commented how much she liked their clear coffee cups in the shape of a globe with the world etched in white on each. At a later date, either when my dad was sick or after his death, Becky received the two cups as a gift. She felt honored to have something from her grandparents, something she liked.
Forward several years later. Becky’s friend Mike visited her and her family. Mike is a missionary to Africa. Becky served him coffee in one of the globe cups. He said that he really liked the cup. Becky thought to give the cups to him, but she struggled with her own desire to keep these cups, a gift she truly treasured. But after all, Mike was a friend and a missionary. She gave him the two cups.
Forward again. While shopping at a Good Will store, Becky spied clear globe cups on a shelf. Not two but four. She bought them with delight, thanking God for doubling the gift from her grandparents.
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How refreshing to read this story, God really values the lessons we learned from his example. Sweet!