A missionary was visiting our church and told us how she is working with teens in the Dominican Republic. She shared how her volleyball team shows up for practice with bare feet and how she'd like to buy shoes for all twelve girls.
Tyler sat there beside me listening - likely thinking of the new Nike's we'd recently purchased for him for the upcoming basketball season. Suddenly, he reached into his pocket and pulled a folded up paper bill. He looked up at me and asked, "Can I give this to her?" I looked at the total, surprised. You see, we give our older children a small allowance each week - hoping they'll turn into little Dave Ramsey Jr's. They take their money and divide it into three envelope - save, spend and share. What Tyler was asking to give... was everything.
I was touched. Though it was small in comparison to the $400 the missionary needed, it was huge to me to see a tender heart that continues to develop within my firstborn.
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So awesome
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