The meaning of life is to find your gift. The purpose of life is to give it away. –Pablo Picasso
Only by giving are you able to receive more than you already have. –Jim Rohn
We only have what we give. –Isabel Allende
For it is in giving that we receive. –St. Francis of Assisi
The wise ones gently nudge us toward this truth, don’t they? Give, sweet mama, give. Give, my man, give.
Open your closed fist, your worried fist, your fearful fist–and offer some your firstborn wages, your pennies and cents, your precious time, your heartfelt words, your hugs (when we can!), your smiles, your eye-crinkles, your phone calls, your compassion, your steadfast care.
Oh that stranger at the grocery store–can you give precious attention? Or will you stay lost in thought, trying to resolve the mind’s latest crisis or worry-scenario or preoccupation? Can you offer the stories of your heart, or will fear of judgment keep you caged in silence?
How can we break free of inner chains locking us in shut-off corners, where giving dries on the vine without bursting in sweet fruit?