…I hope that I’d give it all away. (Okay, maybe not ALL of it…)

I take summer vacations to go home and spend time with my family. I get to work with my dad on the farm. One summer, we were working…planting something or picking something…and we played the game, “what would you do if you won the lottery?”

I was impressed with my dad’s answers. I’m sure mine were selfish and egotistical and of little worth (like buying an elephant just to have as a pet.) But my dad’s were deep. He talked about building his mom a better house and making sure that she and my mom’s parents were taken care of. He talked about giving his siblings and my mom’s siblings nest eggs. He told me about charities that he’d support. And churches he’d give lots to. Then, he said, “I’d pick out about 10 people in your life and in Kevin’s (my brother) life who’ve been special to you or who’ve done something meaningful for you and I’d give them $100,000 each.”

I can’t remember my dad ever talking about what he’d buy for himself. But, that’s who he is. He thinks so often of others. Sure, he appreciates a thank you…but certainly doesn’t give for any sort of recognition. He gives because it’s who he is. My dad has taught Kevin and I what it means to be generous. No longer will I give out of requirement or guilt…I’ll learn from my dad and give through hope and love!

By the way…I had an amazing conversation with my mom this afternoon, where her generous heart sort of blew my mind. I’ll tell you about that one next time.

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