Even on a Friday

Have you ever eaten food that was so good you asked for the recipe? 

“Grandma, how did you make this?” 

“Yea, but how much?” - *as grandma lists the ingredients* 

Grandma would say there is no set amount. 

It’s a feeling. She just knew. She knew it with her heart, her eyes, and her intuition. 

I want my giving to be that good. 

As good as grandma’s sweet potato pie. 

How much should I give? 

It’s a question I often ask myself.

And then I remind myself, 

Just like grandma’s cooking, there is no set amount. 

It’s a feeling. I know. It’s in my heart. 

That's why I’m writing this to you now, at 11:31pm on a Friday. 

I knew I had to, it’s a feeling, in my heart. 

How much should you give?