To Whom Much is Given, Much is Required

I've never had a verse stick in my head for so long.  About a week or so ago, totally out of the blue, there it was and here it still is.  I've tried to ignore it, but it just won't go away.

I remember the first time this verse was ministered to me for my benefit.  I was struggling with the financial responsibility imposed upon me by someone who had asked me to care for something.  Not that I minded caring for this item, mind you, I just didn't think all the financial burden should be mine. It agitated me, to say the least.  As I was pleading my case to Pastor Gore, he, in his infinite wisdom, shared this verse with me.  At least the second half:

Luke 12:48b ~ "But he that knew not, and did commit things worthy of stripes, shall be beaten with few stripes.  For unto whomsoever much is given, of him shall be much required: and to  whom men have committed much, of him they will ask the more." 

I got it! We weren't wealthy, but we weren't dirt poor either.  I could take care of that item.  I just felt imposed upon.  But understanding changed how I looked at the situation and I carried on.  God's Word is so clear.  Can I hear an "Amen"?

That was many years ago.  Things  have changed drastically for us here at the ol' home place.  We're not in the same boat we were in then.  As a matter of fact, our boat is more like a dingey these days.  We have no available green stuff.  Our home is bursting at the seams with kids and grandies, so space is nil. Hours in the day and days in the week are short and full.  I'm not sure what God is asking me to give. I don't know what I could possibly have that I can give or that anyone would need,  but He wants me to.  I know He does because this verse will not leave my head alone.  Will.  Not.  Clear.  As. A.  Bell. (not clear what I'm suppose to give, but clear that I'm to give something)

So I'm left pondering this verse and my responsibility to it. I am listening, I am looking, I am waiting.
What to do, what to do?

Aaron?   Hur?  

My Poetry

Sometimes you just have to say what's on your heart.

"My Dear Arron and Hur"

My Dear Aaron and Hur,
These thoughts are just for you
I can't express enough my love
For all the things you do.

You spend your time in prayer
For the simple likes of me
You never, ever hesitate
When I ask for bended knee.

You listen to my heartaches
You ponder what to say
You give me sound advice
And then you stop and pray.

I pondered and I prayed
Before I asked this task from you
To be "my Aaron and my Hur"
'Cause no one else would do.

Your gentle spirits move me
To examine myself each day
Before I come a'runnin'
Asking you to pray.

I know why you do these things
Why you let me vent to you
It's because of your love for God
It shows in everything you do.

I imagine as I'm "spouting"
You're praying as I speak
To interject what might work
Without making me feel meek.

Maybe you don't say anything
Anything at all
Just sitting close by my side
To catch me if I fall.

You cry with me when it's bad
You cry for me when I'm done
Then you quietly in your love
Point to the important One.

I can't begin to tell you
How much you mean to me
Cannot even try to imagine
Where, without you, I would be.

Crickett



Diane and Heidi,
Heidi and Diane,

I truly do love you ladies. You will never know, this side of eternity, what you mean to me and how you've touched my heart. It doesn't matter to me which you are - Aaron or Hur. It just matters that you are.

Eternally Grateful,
Barb