He Grows. I Steward.
99 Paid subscribers-- What I’m learning about platforms, purpose, and pouring myself out like wine
I want to do this all well.
The mothering, marriage, homemaking, writing, photography, entrepreneurship, creating- all of it.
The calling on my life.
This is my plot of land, my talent- so to speak- that’s been handed to me by the master, according to my ability, to tend to, steward, and give him a return on His investment when He calls me home.
Matthew 25:14-30
I used to think that my calling, or my purpose was something that I had to discover, uncover, unveil.
It felt mystical, and like I was always chasing some point of ‘arrival’. Some carrot I would finally bite down on- if I only just pushed myself a little further.
But the more I read His word, and discover His truths- I realize that my calling is where I am. It’s to be where my feet are. To look around me -this day- and notice all His gifts, from the smallest babie’s dimpley grin, to the big beautiful home I find myself in. To give thanks, and then to use what I have, where I’m at,- to bring Him glory and march heavenward to the humble drum of self forgetfulness.
To pour myself out like wine, and to be continually filled by Him so I can continue to wake up, rinse, and repeat.
Anything I build here on earth, whether as humble as a small business or a family, or as grand as a monument, or a movement- I’m to be a vessel. Not a sink. We humans were never meant to hold glory, it’s mean to flow through us. To another. Our creator.
We can’t handle the weight of glory in this earthly flesh. We’ve all seen this bear out in Hollywood- and in our own bathroom mirrors.
Glory is too heavy for us, we are either crushed by it, puffed by it, or morally corrupted by it. After awhile, any amount of it in our hands- ruins us.
I’ll be honest, I have always been after notoriety. Since I was a child- I wanted to be somebody. And what does somebody mean? Known of course.
To a degree, it’s what we all want. To be seen, to be known, to be noticed. For someone to look at us with delight, a twinkle in their eye and say ‘that’s my girl.’ And beam with pride as we just- exist.
It’s why little girls twirl in dresses from the time they’re toddlers, and say “wook at me! I so pwetty!”
Their need to be captivating- met with a twinkle in the eye of a father for a time. And eventually, a husband.- all which foreshadow the twinkle in the eye we’re all actually after- God’s.