The Price of Stewardship
Some blessings arrive unexpectedly
and unlabeled
Some arrive
without falderal or fanfare
Some come quietly
and unnoticed
Some are already on their way
before we even know to ask
Some come to you
to go through you
A rich man
with fields aplenty
reaped a harvest
more than his barns could hold
And he said,
“I will tear them down
and build bigger barns.”
But God said,
“When you are gone,
who will possess all these?”
And long before that,
God had already spoken blessing rightly:
I will bless you
and you will be a blessing
Not all increase
is meant to be stored
Not every blessing
was given to be kept
Some things arrive in our hands
only to prove
our hands were never meant
to close around them
Sometimes the light
is not for holding—
but for shining through
Some blessings
were never barns
but open gates
© Ron Simpson Jr.
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