Manner of Giving

Last spring a morning glory came up near my window I noticed one day that it looked thirsty, so I put some water in a bowl and threw it on the flower. I nearly uprooted the little plant. I stopped and learned a lesson. The plant needed water, and love prompted the giving. The water was pure and would have filled the need. Yet, a mistake had been made. What was wrong? The manner of giving.

So we often fail in giving this Truth to thirsty souls. We present it in a mistaken way, and wonder at our failure to help those we so greatly desire to help.

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