What a long day. I herded my Sunday School class through four stores. They were lively and the debates were endless. We wound up with a lot, a whole lot of stuff. We had a grand total of $211 to spend. We spent it. We spent it wisely. (Yes, Bob, we got gifts for mom, as well). We came back to the church and we wrapped. We wrapped and we wrapped, and the things seemed to be multiplying as we wrapped. By the time we were done, we had so much stuff that my trunk was full, and we were stacking the stuff on the laps of the kids jammed into the car.
We got to the house and the youngest girl came to the door as we were leaving the things. The shock and amazement on her tiny face was enough thanks for each kid in that car. They were a little stunned that the mother came to the door and simply began to take the things into the house, without a word. On the way home, we had a talk about that. 'Why do we do good?' We decided that we do it because it is what God wants from us, not because we want people's gratitude and praise. We talked about the look on the little girl's face, and how much this would mean to the children in this house. We talked about doing what we can, and praying that God uses our feeble efforts to perform a miracle in the hearts of these children and their mom.