there will always be more books.
There will always be more books.
There will always be more grungy textural overlays.
There will always be more fonts.
There will always be more bohemian pottery coffee mugs.
There will always be more art classes.
There will always be more oil paints and charcoal.
There will always be more stuff.
Only what is done for Christ will last.
What am I doing with His time?
What am I doing with His money?
What am I doing with His heartbeats and breath?
What am I doing with His day?
What am I doing with His groceries?
What am I doing with His little boy?
What am I doing with His fabric and iPad and crafting supplies?
What am I doing with His easel and canvas and pen and ink?
What am I doing with His instagram account?
What am I doing with His email list?
What am I doing with His plants and flowers?
What am I doing with His home?
What am I doing with His bones and belly and mind He made for me?
What am I doing with His gifts of creativity ?
What am I doing with His sewing machine?
What am I doing with His gospel tracts?
What am I doing with His clothes and blankets?
What am I doing with His time?
What am I doing with His word?
What am I doing with His books?
What am I doing with His laptop and camera?
What am I doing with His health?
What am I doing with His vitamins?
What am I doing with His gift of sleep?
What am I doing with His people?
What am I doing with His gift of grace?
What am I doing with the story He’s given me?
—everyday introspections