An Orange..

One day at the market as I was eating an orange, a little boy that was about 2 years old came up to me and reached up for the last half of my fruit..

I handed it to him and began to ask him his name...

I silently heard God say "thank you for the fruit, Maisie"..
It wasn't much but it was what HE asked for.. 
It was all that I had in my hands..

As I walked out of the market I thought of how sometimes God doesn't ask for us to give Him much just what we hold in our hands...

I want to give daily to the hungry, dirty, unloved children of Peru.