What Was Never Mine Alone

God, Giver of Every Good Thing,

I use the language of ownership easily.

My time.My strength.My money.My home, my gifts, my opportunities, my life.

Yet David looked at everything the people had given and remembered that it had come from Your hand first.

Their offering was נָדַב (nadav).

Freely given.Willingly offered.Released without compulsion.

But even their generosity began with Your generosity.

Everything I place before You is something You have already entrusted to me.

This does not make my work meaningless.

It makes my work part of grace.

You gave the ability, the breath, the opportunity, the people, and the strength that allowed fruit to grow from my effort.

Keep ownership from becoming an illusion of independence.

What I possess was never meant to end with me.

Teach me to receive without grasping.

To steward without worshiping.

To enjoy without forgetting.

To release without fear when love and obedience require it.

I praise You for daily bread and unexpected abundance.

I praise You for what money cannot purchase.

Wisdom learned over time.Friendships that carried me.Mercy that gave me another beginning.Peace that arrived before the circumstances changed.

All of it came from You.

So I return my gratitude, my generosity, and my life to the hand from which they came.

I have enough because I belong to You.

And whatever You entrust to me, let it become an offering of worship.

Amen.