There was a speaker in church today who, from the heart, spoke of how Jesus had given up everything. Everything. Had suffered everything. For us, so that if we would repent of that which separates us from God and come to Him and embrace Him, we too could be filled with the love He so freely offers to all. He knows each one of us personally.
Then he read the story of the rich young man who had come to Jesus seeking spiritual advice.
That was it. That was exactly what I needed to hear, boom, straight to my heart. My lingering inner question about a certain project I’d worked on…
All selfishness evaporated on the spot and I felt such a joy as I looked forward, at last, to giving that beautiful bit of knitting away. I knew exactly whom it would make quite happy.
And to think that before that point I had thought, not quite out loud to myself where I could hear it, that I somehow could do better with it myself than that?!