God sees the sacrifices you make. He sees you going the extra mile, giving, serving, helping others. He’s not only going to bring that back to you pressed down, shaken together, but there’s going to be some running over. Some of that is being credited to your children, to those who come after you. No wonder I’m blessed. I was born with a blessing. I can’t take credit for it. I had a grandfather who honored God, who lived generously with his talent, his resources. Now I’m walking in favor I can’t