The Multi-Level Marketing Plan Our World Really Needs
I told my husband I felt like a fraud after the fourth meal was delivered to our door. When my husband had brain surgery four years ago, it took months for us to get back on our feet. My husband had his second brain surgery last Friday, and this morning, he made us a pancake breakfast.
But my sister-in-law organized the meal train before we knew how his surgery would turn out, so for two weeks, people are delivering meals.
Each time I peel back the foil and see the chicken and rice casserole or shepherd’s pie, I picture these wives and mothers—with responsibilities just like mine—taking time to pour love on our family.
It’s humbling and beautiful. A part of me wants to call it off—to tell people that we’re really doing okay, but then I realize that’s pride.
Though my husband is healing perfectly, he still cannot help me like he normally does. So having a meal each night, and with very little cleanup, has made his recovery such a sweet time.
My girls—six, four, and one—have also been touched to see how people love us. Each night, they ask who brought the meal, and they are overjoyed when they know the person. My girls are learning how to love by seeing how others love us, and those children who are watching their mothers and fathers use their groceries and time to bless another family are teaching their children how to love.
The combination of receiving food from other people’s hands and then, today, praying with precious women from a local Teen Challenge, has me thinking about the multi-level marketing plan our world really needs, and that’s a multi-level marketing plan of love.
We’ve all been on social media long enough to know how it works, so I won’t explain it to you. But in this instance, you call forth someone’s value, and that person calls forth other people’s value, and then those people call forth other people’s value, and the numbers exponentially expand.
But instead of getting a kickback from each person, it all continues pouring out. If we’re pouring out that love through the love and identity we’ve found in Jesus, there is no end to what is available to us.
The supply will never dry up.
At a conference last April, I felt God telling me I would have a ministry of hugs. I actually acted out on that prompting, hugging people from all around the world and praying for them. I have seen hugs tear down walls between me and my children, between me and my spouse. Hugs are also the best way to communicate acceptance and value to another human being.
Think about how difficult it is to withhold your heart while extending your arms. A hug naturally requires reciprocation, so the person has to open their heart while hugging you in return.
A few years ago, I really despised hospitals, but now, I have grown to love them because people are so raw and real in hospitals that their normal inhibitions no longer exist, and we give out hugs like the nurses give out heated blankets.
Hugs are a way to show we see each other and care.
But we don’t have to wait until a trial happens. What if we give out hugs just to show people their value? What if we give out hugs because we are called, more than anything, to love?
Let’s start with loving our family, and then allow that love to expand from there.
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