I write this not to say "hey! look at me! I give stuff! I'm like Mother freakin' Theresa!" Even though I give things, I'm still pretty selfish. If I'm not invited to a party or if I feel left out in any way, I get bitter and disgruntled. The Bible tells us that we aren't made for this world and that we are destined for Heaven. I'd still like to have a few pit stops at a few fun get togethers on Earth before I meet Jesus face to face. But really - God's the one that gives me value, not others. He's the one that invited me into the community of believers. He's the one that allows me to be at the best party of all - Heaven.
Speaking of Heaven, did you know that you can't bring anything with you? Not even your cat! If I haven't used it in a year, I'm probably not going to use it again. It either goes into a box for Goodwill or into a bag to give to someone I know.
My mom brain took over after the first few sentences and disheveled any potential for an organized concept for this post. So the moral of the story is: Giving stuff away doesn't make you a better person, but it helps other people feel better and do better.
Even though I'm not a fan of the Beatles, this is a great conclusion to my giant brain fart about giving:
And in the end, the love you get is equal to the love you give.