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Just now I was listening to a talk in the Christmas devotional and the dear sister (whose talks I love) told a story of rounding up used dolls and toys she no longer wanted as part of a Primary class service project. Her mother asked what she was doing and when she told her, suggested she find and give a doll she cared about in order that her gift might mean more.

I’ve thought about that in various ways a lot the past while. Asking myself is it too easy to give $10-25 here and there for gofundme accounts of family and friends in tragedy and for various refugee organizations or to micro-loan to women around the world on Kiva?

How do I give more from the part. Does service only count if it hurts? I do not know. All I know is to follow my heart. If I feel compelled, I give.

I love Kiva. I fund women supporting their families, often through farming or teaching or shops. I love when my donation is doubled through matching funds.

While I’m starting to rethink gofundme (I think it would be better to set up accounts at a local bank), I still give what I can there. It’s a little overwhelming sometimes, so I try to go where my heart tells me.

Lifting Hands International is a wonderful organization and I loved that on this past Giving Tuesday the Bill and Melinda Gates Foundation matched donations to them. Facebook has made it so easy to share and recruit more fundraising, my small donation was increased by a few friends and family and then doubled by the Gates.

Speaking of Facebook, my birthday is coming up this month. I’m toying with the idea of doing one of those birthday fundraisers. I wouldn’t–for fear it is somehow presumptuous–but I loved seeing the response to Giving Tuesday and so I’m a bit tempted. I guess I’ll have to a little research to make sure 100% of the money donated goes to the charity of my choice.

Speaking of the charity of my choice. I love donating through my church. I love knowing that 100% of the money–yes, there is no overhead–goes directly to help those in need.

Speaking of donating through my church, this is brilliant. I want the church to fill the world with these machines. (And yes, I’ve seen this at least 4 times and it still makes me tear up.)

[Day 201 of Ann Dee Ellis’ 8-Minute Memoir.]

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