When I was 11 we came home one day to find someone we’d met at a homeless shelter/food kitchen/church thingy on our doorstep, with her infant. We’ll call her Missy.I don’t know how she got our address, or why she was there.But she was. And I gave up my bedroom and moved in with my sisters…
Ever since my family became devout, they became regular tithers and givers. Before I go further, I should point out there is nothing wrong with giving as long as that giving isn’t negatively affecting your life (or that of your kids/family). Which, I realized somewhat recently is the case with my own family. They started out…