Blessed

There are innumerable boxes in my living room. They’re stacked in mountains congregating against the walls.
The thing about boxes is that you can’t tell what’s inside. All you can see is their size and number. There are so many. And everywhere I look there is more stuff to shove into more boxes to stack into more piles.

At this point, I’ve heard many say “How blessed am I!” I am blessed, but blessings come with responsibility. What a challenge it will be to fight upstream against the temptations of the wealth entrusted to me. How challenging it will be for me to dwell on the nature of my God when my anchor on earth is so heavy.

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