In the sunset of life some things are not clearly seen or understood.
My Mom has ongoing memory problems. Both she and Dad eat frequently at our house. I try to prepare enough food to send some home with them. Sooo, I buy the inexpensive containers so they don't have to worry about returning them.
Dad holds a Sunday church service in their mobile home park, and many wonderful folk bring over food for them, too.
Anyway, the other night they came over and Mom brought a bagful of food containers that had my name on them. "Here, these are all yours," she said. I opened the bag and saw unfamiliar containers with a post-it notes written in Mom's handwriting.
"Mom, these are not mine."
"Yes, they are. See your name is on each one."
"But Mom, you wrote my name on them."
"See, I told you they were yours. If you don't want them, just do whatever you want with them."
Sometimes, it's hard, but this gave me the giggles. I removed the sticky notes with my name and gave them back to Dad after supper.
"In everything I did, I showed you that by this kind of hard work we must help the weak, remembering the words the Lord Jesus himself said; 'It is more blessed to give than to receive.'" Acts 20:35
Will I continue to send home extras in containers? Yep. Will the Lord notice when we serve others? Yep. Therein is the blessing. May I remember this verse in difficult times.