I’m in a “random thoughts” kind of mood this morning, and I hope you’ll indulge me so we can discover where this leads together.
I’ve been thinking about helping others and when it is good and when it is not. About wanting to help more but not feeling confident of being positioned to do so. In this case, I’m talking about helping other writers. But with health issues of late, I’ve hesitated. I don’t want to commit and not be able to follow through.
That’s one thought of not having enough or being enough to help. But there are many different types of helping. We want to be charitable and share with others—it’s our nature. We want others to be charitable and share with us. Many times, we and they think about it, but then we pause.
In the space that pause occupies, doubt floods in. What if I get sick again and can’t do it? (A few others are: What if the air-conditioner breaks? The car goes kaput. I am going to need new tires soon. What if utilities go up again? With the way groceries have been skyrocketing, I’m sure to need that money myself to cover expenses.)
And so, though our compassion is touched, we decide against sharing. Not based on anything that is, but on what could happen. Or might happen.
Preparing for what’s ahead and for the unexpected is not a bad thing. We’re supposed to prepare. Being mindful so we don’t overcommit and disappoint others by not doing what we said we would do is, too. It’s all part of the Adulthood obligations and responsibilities package. But if we take that to the extreme, then what is really ruling us?
Fear.
The fear of not having enough, not being enough. The fear of insufficiency to meet our obligations. When you get to the bottom of the emotional heap, it’s a fear of lack.
No one wants to have any need and not be able to fill it. No one wants to explain to the family that there just isn’t enough food or money to meet the family’s needs. Of course, we work to set aside for rainy days. That’s not the point I’m making here.
The point I’m making is that, especially early on, in the struggling years (where we are trying to put together a home, get settled in a career, handle transportation, and all the daily stuff of life), we get into a mindset that uses that fear of lack to discipline ourselves to set aside for rainy days and to be prudent in our purchases and not waste money. That same discipline is used to warn us to not make promises we can’t keep. To not agree to do things and then not do them.
There are some who are trying to do the responsible things but life interrupts. Every time their heads get just enough above water to be at a point where they can afford to put time or money aside, or stock the pantry with a little more than is now needed, or to take on a volunteer job they would really love to do, something happens and the dream of volunteering or feeding into a nest egg for that rainy day slips right off the radar.
When this happens, some get upset. Others take it in stride. In life, there are always plenty of both challenges and upsets. The thing is, whether upset or taking it in stride, the people are still without a volunteer and the individual is still without a rainy-day fund.
For example, a person terrified of getting a flat tire before payday because there’s no extra money to fix a flat.
Another person, a single mom, works two jobs. To be certain to have enough money to feed her kids, she skipped breakfast, having only 2 meals per day. When Covid hit, she feared a lockdown and began skipping breakfast and lunch. Her kids ate, but mom, relying on one meal per day, got sick. No, not from Covid. From not eating what her body needed to function properly while overworking it.
That is what we don’t want to do. To believe so strongly in the lack, we fail to see beyond it. We believe we will be short on time, rent, money, or food. We convince ourselves we’re being responsible, and sometimes we pay steeper consequences for that.
We internally worry and panic and forget that not even a sparrow falls without God’s knowledge. That he brought water from a rock in the desert and food (manna) from heaven to feed the people.
We forget that ours is the God of Abundance. That doing for another does not take away from us. Giving does not diminish but expands. We forget that when we see no way forward, God makes the crooked places straight and opens doors unknown or once closed to us.
Certainly, we understand that there are times when one must focus on family needs, and one should. We also understand there are times to focus beyond the family. To those outside our innermost circle. To those who are unable to tend to their needs themselves. Not unwilling, but unable.
Winnowing down the stories running through my mind to the heart of it is this: Saving only to watch your bank account grow is elevating the fear of lack to new heights. Some don’t realize that’s what they’re doing. Some do realize it and justify it. Often, they’ve struggled before, and don’t want to struggle again. Everyone can understand that, too.
I think faith comes into this as well. You trust God or you don’t. You do what you can and have faith that if it isn’t enough, then God will step in for the rest. In His way, in His time. That isn’t farfetched. He is a God of abundance, He loves us, and He wants great things for us.
We ask, He answers. Sometimes He says yes, sometimes He says no. We trust His answer is the right answer for us at this moment in time.
Two verses come to mind. The first is Haggai 1:6:
“You have sown much, and bring in little; You eat, but do not have enough; You drink, but you are not filled with drink; You clothe yourselves, but no one is warm; And he who earns wages, Earns wages to put into a bag with holes.”
That struck me as profound. We try so hard, and yet we struggle and struggle and at best in hard times, we feel we’re treading water. We do not feel content.
Few struggling feels content, though through Peter, when he was in prison, we see he was content no matter where he was, no matter what conditions were there. Why? Because he was walking in alignment with God, and he trusted God to bring him through his challenges. To be there with him. And He was.
The last line really snagged my attention: “Earns wages to put into a bag with holes.”
That strikes me as a warning not to hang onto money for the sake of hanging onto it. When you are blessed with enough to meet your needs and your rainy day, look around to what you can do for one struggling. Mow a lawn, pick up a few extra items at the grocery, offer to babysit a couple hours. Make an extra casserole and drop it over so a tired or healing person doesn’t have to cook that night. Imagine yourself in the other person’s position. What would you want? What would it mean to you for someone to offer or help you?
These acts of kindness, of compassion, are what I think of when reading the passage about adding your rewards to the storehouse of heaven, not in a bag with holes.
The holes are in us. The lack of fulfillment in our lives. But walking in alignment with God, we invest in others. That’s expressing love, and love fills empty voids. Better filled with love than with doubt, right?
The second verse is from Malachi 3:10:
“Bring all the tithes into the storehouse, That there may be food in My house, And try Me now in this,” Says the Lord of hosts, “If I will not open for you the windows of heaven And pour out for you such blessing That there will not be room enough to receive it.”
That’s a firm commitment on common-sense sharing, in my humble opinion. Yes, take care of your family needs, and include in those your tithes (first fruits belong to God, remember?). Then with what is left, save some for your rainy-day fund and share some, storing your rewards in heaven.
It isn’t how much you share that matters. It is the act of sharing itself. The love you show in thinking beyond yourself. In noticing another’s struggles and caring enough to do what you can to assist them, whether it is your time, your effort, or your money. Jesus charged us to love one another. He declared it the most significant thing next to loving God.
One thing is certain. With the promise in Malachi above, we cannot outgive God. A situation presents itself and we’re asked to assist in a way that seems huge or is huge to us, but it carries subtle certainties of a spiritual nature. We know on some level that this hard thing we’re being asked to do carries shades of obedience, of charity, of love. And so we make the call to answer or not. If we do, the human aided might disappoint us, but the God who witnessed the act will never disappoint.
I think that might be a little disjointed but it got us where we needed to go. At least, I hope so. Thank you for your indulgence and for making this journey with me. (My mind can be a messy place. It’s an occupational hazard.) I appreciate you!
Blessings,
Vicki Hinze
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