One Hungry Soul

I am the person whose ground has produced a good crop so I build bigger barns to hoard it. 

The energy I need to manufacture containers for what is given me, produces anxiety and closed hands. 

The gift becomes a curse as I manage it myself – wholly untrusting the giver of crops to sustain me past this harvest. 

I harvested grace, I hoard scarcity. 

I am sorry.

Let me throw my doors open, welcome my neighbors and joyfully share all you’ve blessed me with. Let me be a wise recipient of Your bounty, trusting You completely as I live with hands open to receive each day my daily bread.