Re-Gifted Blessings

I have a pantry where I keep my blessings, each one a precious gift. The daily deliveries never stop, although I sometimes overlook them. Some days the shelves seem empty, but when I find the strength to look again, I see that they are filled in abundance waiting to be acknowledged and accepted. If I open each gift as it comes and arrange it on my shelves, I see I have the wealth of love, the warmth of smiles, And the comfort of grace. I have opportunities to share these gifts with those whose coffer is bare. A humble hug, a warm embrace, a simple smile of understanding. If I have food, I share it; if I have drink, I share it; I have enough, I need not more. My joy is in sharing that which I have; my strength is in giving, not taking. If I hoard my gifts they dry and become stale, shrivel, and die on the shelf. If I take out a gift and re-wrap it for another, my bare shelves overflow with more. Isn’t is remarkable how one’s daily coffer flows according to the condition of one’s heart? What is the turning point when one realizes that one's blessings are meant to be re-gifted? What greater act of worship, than to teach by example and to give unreservedly? A giving heart is a joyful heart and strengthens my resolve to keep my pantry full. We each have highs and lows in life, and sometimes a rough in-between. Yet divine awareness and a roll of tape can change the momentum of our lives.