When the least becomes great

Night before last, the sweetest thing happened. Two little children--a boy and girl around eight or so years old--came to the door. They had a big tin can, decorated with colored paper and glitter; streamers hanging from it. The little boy said, "we're trying to collect money to give to the people that were in the hurricane." They were so cute and sincere, that I actually felt horrible that all I had to give was a dollar (I don't usually carry cash). I started to apologize that I didn't have more, but the little boy looked at me with a big smile as I handed him the bill. He didn't seem disappointed...he seemed excited that I was giving something. Even something so small. The kids thanked me, and I sensed their genuine gratefulness.

It got me thinking. It's not important how much we're able to give. It's only important that we give what we can. So what if I can't send $1000 to a charity, or donate a truckload of food. Maybe I can give a dollar. Maybe I can donate a few cans of soup from the sale-rack. Perhaps all those kids had was their markers and paper and a tin can. But they did something very unselfish and thoughtful with what they had. They blessed my heart, and I'm sure their gift will bless those who receive it.