When my kids were little, I remember handing them a Happy Meal and asking for one fry. Just one. And somehow, without fail, they'd dig through the bag, skip right past all the beautiful golden fries, and hand me the tiny burnt one from the bottom. You know the fry. The one nobody wanted. And I remember thinking to myself, I bought that meal. Technically every single fry in that bag belongs to me! It made me wonder... How often do we treat God the same way? He gives us an entire life filled with blessings, and sometimes we offer Him what's left over. The leftover time. The leftover energy. The leftover attention. The leftover generosity. The little fry in the bottom of the bag. We often think of stewardship as a financial word. Being a good steward of our money by giving, and saving. Managing our resources wisely. But stewardship is so much bigger than that. It asks a different question: How am I caring for the gifts I've already been given? Your marriage is a gift. Maybe the answer isn't finding a different spouse. Maybe it's becoming a better steward of the marriage you already have. Your children are a gift. Maybe instead of wishing they were easier, we become better stewards of the children we've been entrusted with by loving them, guiding them, and seeing them as blessings instead of burdens. Your friendships. Your health. Home. Job. Talents. Time. Even your body. None of it truly belongs to us. Psalm 24:1 says that: "The earth is the Lord's, and everything in it." Everything. We don't own these things, we've simply been entrusted with them for a season. So, how well are you caring for what you've been given? Maybe contentment doesn't come from getting something new. Maybe it comes from becoming a better steward of what's already sitting in our hands.

Good Morning and Happy Wednesday everyone. Do any of you feel like you've ever committed to something that's turning out to be too time consuming but now that you're in it....you have to finish it, because "that's who you are," or "what would it say about ME if I didn't see this through to completion?" If so, what's your process? When this happens with me I don't typically feel resentment, but I do massively deplete and find myself exhausted. How do you handle things like this - or are you able to recognize it beforehand?

I’m 24. At 24 I was living in California working for Patagonia. I was falling asleep on the beach on Sundays after Mimosa brunches with friends. I was skiing Mammoth mountain, rock climbing with my roommates, and dancing until the bars closed. I still love the memories of few responsibilities and doing things I loved whenever I wanted to do them. I then got into marriage and life and kids and growing up. Now- I still think of that unbridled freedom. Not sad for the 30 years since, but recognizing that girl is still in here. She just likes to be in bed by 9 now. How about you?