Some people get a word for their year, but I feel like I have a word for seasons of life I’m in. In this current season, I feel like the Lord has called me to steward the things of my life and to worship.
Steward (v): to manage or look after another’s property
I wholeheartedly believe that everything I have in life is not really my own. Sure, my name might be on their birth certificate, my marriage license, or on the deed, but ultimately it belongs to, or is a reflection of God.
In this season, I’m learning to be a good steward of my own body - as a temple, my marriage - as a reflection of Christ and His love for the Church, my children - as disciples, our home - as a place for restoration, and my relationships - as they form the body of Christ.
This season, I feel like life has slowed down a bit. Plants take time to establish roots then produce it’s fruit. Its proven that it requires a great patience. In a culture of fast paced living and a hustle mindset, it’s against the norm. I’m having to retrain my brain. I’m relearning my definition of success. It’s requiring me to pause. Ask for wisdom, seek knowledge and understanding. Relish time.
But it’s restoring my joy. Giving me a new peace. Allowing me to see the beauty in the mundane. Be in utter amazement of God’s perfect creation. And in everything, worshipping Him.
In stewarding my sourdough with water and flour, watching it grow from the wild yeast in the air, I’m in awe and worship Him. In learning about how the systems of the body work together, I’m in awe and worship Him. In planting seeds, watering and waiting, I’m in awe and worship Him. In stewarding the relationships with my children, recognizing the most perfect Father, I’m in awe and worship Him.
In everything I do, in everything I am, in everything I have- I’m surrendering it back to Him - a living sacrifice, in true worship.
After all, it is what I was created to do.