Lord, so often we cling to what we call “fine things” and we put our “stuff” in shadow boxes, not to be touched, or air tight boxes to keep decay away. 

But in reality our silver, diamonds, Gucci, and Porsches are no different than this shopping cart, that is full of what some would call junk, others would call home.  

May I live open-hearted, open-handed and open-homed because the abundant life is one that holds loosley to this world, while gripping grace, knowing this is not my final resting place! 

Heaven bound, but on mission here!