Roses

Today while I was sweating, cutting, pruning, and otherwise whipping 10 of the 20+ rosebushes in my yard into shape I had a keen sense of how they don't belong to me. Renting this house, working in the yard is so different from owning a home. I am working hard this season, to reap a reward in a future season, or even a year or two out, while knowing,as a renter, I may not be here for the reward.

It has given me an idea of what stewardship means. Everything we have, we don't own, God does. As a homeowner it is easier to forget we are stewards, managers for God. Things change so quickly, we get a false sense of security in our things.

Here's to hoping I'll see some beautiful roses.