Continuing the lesson.

Years and years ago (no, I'm not 'fessing up to how many), each Sunday morning, my dad would give each of us a dollar bill right before the handshake at church, so we could put something on the offering table as we shook the preacher's hand. We were little when we started doing it, and somehow he managed to have four $1 bills almost every Sunday morning. Maybe it was a concerted effort between him and Mom... I never knew, and I'm not sure why I never asked. I think I shall make the query.

Anyway, in some way, the repetition of doing that every Sunday morning made it a habit for me - giving to the church. I know that we are instructed to do that by the Scriptures, and I know I've heard about being a responsible church member from the pulpit also. But the habit of it was set in me a long time ago, over a large number of Sundays.

Well, this morning, Jmk handed little Poodle her first dollar bill. And as I watched her put that little piece of paper on the table, my heart was full with a lot of memories and a lot of hope. Thank you, my dear Daddy, for handing out four dollars every Sunday.

Thank you, my precious Jmk, for wanting to do it too.