Abundance: A great or plentiful amount; fullness to overflowing.
My husband, Ted, is a minister in a large, inner city church. Whenever the subject of abundance comes up, he’s apt to tell a story about a woman named Roslyn who visited on a Sunday when the Names Project AIDS Memorial Quilt was displayed in the church. Silently, as she sat before 16 foot sections of the tapestry that’s helped millions of people to grieve the loss of friends, loved ones, and strangers who have died of AIDS, Roslyn seemed oblivious to the choir, clergy and others who scurried around her.
That morning, Ted’s sermon was about living out of abundance and sharing one’s resources. “Our neighbors are having a very difficult time this year because of cold temperatures and welfare cuts,” he said. “Daily, they knock on our doors for help.”
After the service, Ted stopped to greet Roslyn, but she brushed him off. “I couldn’t leave any money in the collection plate, but I did put in something else,” she said before leaving.
Moments later, an usher handed Roslyn’s envelope to Ted. “This is all I have,” the note inside began. “It is the last of what I received before getting a job. I’m sure that someone else needs them more than I do.”
Enclosed were her food stamps.
Author Henry Miller tells us that the one desire which grows more and more is to give. “Giving and receiving are at bottom one thing, dependent upon whether one lives open or closed. Living openly one becomes a medium, a transmitter; living thus, as a river, one experiences life to the full, flows along with the current of life, and dies in order to live again as an ocean.”
Affirmation: I am grateful for the places where I feel abundance in my life.