I spotted a homeless man when we were sitting at a red light earlier. Knowing a have a bag full of goodies that I could give him in my trunk I debated whether I should even get them out.

What if the light turns green? I thought. The cars behind me will be so mad. Oh, well. They’ll get over it.

I got out quickly and called him over. “Sir,” I said, “I have some things I’d like to give you.”

He walked over to the back of my car where I stood and waited. I grabbed the bag and handed it to him. Inside the bag were peanut butter crackers, cereal bars, and water. There were also some hygiene items like soap, shampoo, deodorant, toothpaste, and brush. Hopefully these things will be useful to him, I thought.

“God bless you,” I told him.

“Happy Easter. Thank you.”

I quickly got back in the driver’s seat, buckled up, and shifted to Drive. The light was still red. Thank you, Lord.

I didn’t expect what happened next.

“Why did you give that man stuff, Mommy?” Jack asked me.

“Because he’s homeless and I wanted to help him.”

“What’s homeless?” Jack asked.

“It means that you don’t have a home.”

“Why doesn’t he have a home?”

“Well,” I started, “some people might not have a job and they don’t have any money to buy a house, or clothes, or even food. God wants us to help others, so we are helping that man.”

“We’re lucky that we have a house,” Jack said.

“Yes we are,” I replied. “We have a warm house in the winter when it’s cold, a cool house in the summer when it’s hot, a roof to protect us when it rains. We have beds to sleep in, clothes to wear, food to eat..”

“Water to drink,” said Emma.

“Toys to play with,” Jack added.

“Our playground outside,” added Luke.

“That’s right, guys. We are blessed to have everything we have.” I said.

“Mommy, our house is PERFECT!” said Luke, my youngest little guy.

“It sure is, Luke. You are absolutely right. Our house is perfect for us.” I held back tears.

I’m so proud of my kids. I’m glad that they are beginning understand more and more about what happens around them.

I thought I was helping that homeless man today, but instead my kids touched my heart by understanding that we are blessed and being grateful for what we have. There are many days when I wish our house was bigger or that our “stuff” was nicer, but in the big scheme of things, none of that matters.

What matters is being grateful for what we have been given, living a good life by obeying God, and sharing His love with others.

Happy Easter, friends!

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