Two-year olds have a way of making everything simple.
As I was holding our daughter, Aracelli, in my arms to bless her for the night, we had the following conversation. She was not yet thirty months old at the time.
Aracelli: Some people sleep in the streets and that makes me sad.
Me: Why does that make you sad?
Aracelli: Because they don’t have homes. We can make a lot of money to buy them homes. We need to help them.
And I realized that life really is that simple.
To help others.
To use our gifts and make money doing so.
To be blessed so that we can be a blessing.