I can tell you every moment when someone has shared something of value with me. Sometimes they gave it to me to use to return. Other times they simply shared without wanting a return. In both circumstances, I feel honored and valued and cared for. There's something to this sharing deal.
My personality, after it absorbs some new knowledge, or takes in something beautiful, or experiences wonder begs me to share it with someone. I get loaded with excitement. I think I can be a little overwhelming to people sometimes. I just love to collect ideas, dreams, inventions, etc. and I love to tell everyone about them. To be perfectly honest, I don't think I have ever been tempted by drugs or other substances because adventure and curiosity is my drug and there's plenty of that to go around, why would I buy something fake to take it's place?
I have to admit though, sometimes I don't want to share. Because if people knew about what I have or have found they they might want it or find it. It wouldn't be my own secret treasure anymore. It wouldn't be my "special" place. It'd get borrowed by other people and I want it for myself. That's why they created "secret" boards on Pinterest so you can pin hoard all day long and have the peace of mind that no one is going to beat you to the store to steal your style.
But, that just doesn't seem right.
Reign it in Brooklyn.
I have to snap out of that sort selfishness because really and truly I want to share. We were made to share stuff. My mom said so. My teacher said so. The Care Bears said so.
And Jesus didn't leave anything to be exclusively his. He gave it all. Sharing His inheritance image, personality, love, kindess, resources, and ultimately his life with us.
It's humbling to think about.