Too often I think of God as a vending machine – put something in, get something out. Heck, I suppose sometimes I don’t even put anything in, but as I walk by I look to see if by chance something has come out of the machine for me to take. Yet it occurs to me that merely possessing the object that comes out of the “machine” is not the point. Having a quality, a blessing, a skill is of little use unless and until it is exercised. I could be a great painter, but have to pick up the brush and paint. I have to do something with what I have, with what God gives me, otherwise the gift is of no real value and the chain ends there.
All that to say that merely having is only part of the story. What I do with what I have is the rest.
It occurs to me... 