An act of generosity

I was in the mall today and shopping for groceries. When I reached the billing counter, I went to a corner line, where they sometimes bill me. I remembered the kind girl who once called me from another line and billed my stuff there. So I went with my trolley and with all trust, started loading my stuff on the conveyor belt. The girl at the counter told me, Ma’am, you have more than 10 items, please move to one of the other counters.”

I was embarrassed and this happened in front of my children who were embarrassed for me. Half of yesterday was spent in getting over my embarrassment, thinking and rethinking this incident. Finally others things took over and the incident went into the recesses of my memory.

This morning during my early morning devotion, I read – why do humans tend to skim over acts of generosity and focus on the disasters that take place around us ? Why are we quicker to see what’s wrong than what’s right ? Why can’t we give credit where credit is due?

The girl at the counter was only doing her job and I happened to be at the receiving end of it. Everyone around me forgot about it as soon as it happened except me and perhaps my children. I forgot about the kind cashier girl who had once called me over and billed my goods the previous time I was there. I forgot the fun time I had with my daughters shopping and laughing over silly things.

The devotional went on to say, ” When we pray, we think over what God hasn’t yet done for us, rather than on the great and marvellous things he has done for us.”

Job, Peter, Isaiah all went through this at different times of their lives. At times of prosperity, Job enjoyed the goodness of God but when bad times came, he didn’t forget to blame God for them. When Isaiah, in a vision saw God, he understood how sinful he had been. And when Peter caught a great boatload of fish on the Lord’s bidding, he asked Satan to get away from him, so he could be righteous.

Can you remember one act of generosity someone has done for you today or in the last week ? 

I can remember so many- my supervisor who allowed me a hour off from work, because my husband was ill, and I needed to be at home to take care of him. Thank you God.