The Reward of Generosity Episode 8 – Heaven’s Response to Open Hands
💠Scripture Reading
Luke 6:38 (NKJV):
"Give, and it will be given to you: good measure, pressed down, shaken together, and running over..."
🥁Hymn from Global Canticle
#1 SECTION XII, Infinite Grace
Scripture: Psalm 19:1
Meter: Irregular (Free Verse Hymn)
Key: C Minor
Tune: “Tapestry Eternal”
1.
You, the weaver of cosmic dreams,
Scatter stars like threads of silver light—
Woven into a tapestry vast and eternal.
Each dawn unfurls as Your masterpiece,
A scroll brushed with fire, cloaked in gold.
Even the earth leans in awe,
Its axis drawn by Your breath.
2.
Oh, the oceans—they whisper Your story.
Each wave rises, a crescendo of praise;
Each tide a melody folding into surrender.
Their depths cradle reflections of Your splendor,
While the horizon blazes—Your essence painted
Across the canvas of sky and sea.
3.
You are the sculptor of fragile souls,
Binding us with threads unseen.
Your mercy flows like ancient rivers,
Carving paths of life through barren soil,
Where blossoms rise—petals kissed by grace,
Defying every shadow.
4.
We lift our praise, woven with joy and tears.
Let it spiral upward like silken mist—
An offering mingling with constellations,
Embracing the heavens,
Yearning for the hem of Your radiance.
5.
You are the mystery beyond words,
The boundless wonder eclipsing thought.
Still we bow, orbiting Your majesty—
Captivated and undone
By the infinite grace of Your holy name.
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🗄️ Gospel Diary Trickle-B
Title: Heaven’s Response to Open Hands
1️⃣
O Lord, my hands
are empty, yet lifted high,
Not in despair, but in sacred expectancy.
I have given what I could not keep,
And now I wait for what cannot be measured.
2️⃣
I sowed in tears, not for harvest alone,
But for the joy of obedience.
My offering was not silver, but surrender,
And my altar was not stone, but trust.
3️⃣
The rhythm of generosity beats in me,
A pulse set by Your heart, not mine.
I gave not to be seen, but to be aligned,
With the cadence of Your kingdom.
4️⃣
I did not bargain with You, Lord,
I simply believed You are good.
My hands opened not for gain,
But to echo Your nature.
5️⃣
The world called me foolish,
But wisdom whispered through my giving.
I did not lose — I released.
I did not lack — I leaned.
6️⃣
I gave when it hurt,
And found healing in the giving.
I gave when it was little,
And found abundance in the letting go.
7️⃣
Now I see the heavens open,
Not because I demanded, but because I delighted.
My hands remain open,
Not for more, but for more of You.
👉Opening Line...
God doesn’t just receive your gift—He multiplies it.
🧭Storytelling: The Bag That Never Ran Dry
A widow gave her last meal to a prophet. She expected to die. Instead, her jar of flour and jug of oil never ran dry. Every time she reached in, there was more.
That’s the rhythm of heaven. Wherever you are in this world, give, and it will be given to you in double measurements!
💭Devotional Reflection
Jesus promises a return—not always in money, but always in meaning.
- Peace.
- Provision.
- Purpose.
- People who bless you back.
Generosity opens the door to overflow.
When you give, you don’t lose—you gain differently.
🙏Daily Drop
Lord, I trust Your promise.
Let my giving unlock heaven’s abundance.
May I never give to get—but always give to glorify.
And may Your reward be more than I can imagine.
In Jesus’ name, Amen.
✨Blessing
May your hands be filled with more than you gave.
May your heart overflow with joy.
And may heaven pour into your life—pressed down, shaken together, and running over.
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