It doesn’t belong to you

I’ll start taking pictures of things other than myself. I promise. I just went to Wal-Mart, and on my way in the parking lot there was a guy on the side panhandling. Immediately, my spirit told me to give to him. So, I went in Wal-Mart and got my stuff, and when I came back out I proceeded to give to the man. I got out of the car with my lights shining bright on him and he started to walk over. I handed him an undisclosed amount and left. He reeked of marijuana and I could tell he was on some kind of something, but that wasn’t the point. I left him with a fist bump and “Jesus loves you.” I’m saying all of this because most people would say, “Don’t give him anything. All he is going to do is go out and spend it blah blah blah.” In fact, the whole time I was in Wal-Mart pondering on the guy my mind wanted to go there and say “Save your money. You’ll need it for lunch.” But before that thought could proceed any further it’s like God spoke to me and said “IT DOESN’T BELONG TO YOU!!” The money I worked so hard for doesn’t belong to me. It belongs to Him. Nothing belongs to me except Him. It’s amazing how at this point in my life my perspective on things have changed. I teased my mother the other day about being miserly. I’m not going to be that way. It’s stressful and I KNOW that heaven has my back, so I’m not going to be a miser since He supplies all of my needs, my wants and He’ll give me the desires of my heart. I can’t be anxious about my spending. I will be wise about it, but I tend to make money an idol as many people do. I don’t want to idolize anything, because I know He’ll take it away. A point I took into consideration is that no matter what the guy does with the money, he’s no worse than me. I am him. He is me. We all need grace and mercy. I wanted to sit out there and talk to him, but when he started rambling and telling me all this story about a bunch of nothing I was like “Nope, time to go” in my mind. The simple short message that Jesus loves him was all the conversation we needed to have. It doesn’t belong to me. The love I have in my heart for mankind doesn’t belong to me. The empathy doesn’t belong to me. So, I must give it freely to whomever. I don’t know if anyone will get what I’m saying, but that’s ok. This message doesn’t belong to me. That’s all I got. Thanks for letting me share.