I am the rich man, having more than I could ever possibly need.

What a help to the temple I am, because I have so much money, and I can give so much, I have thought proudly so many times in my life, whether it be about money, or time, or talents.

I don’t have much to worry about. I am safe. I can give only a portion and still be secure, still be seen as generous.

Lord, I’ve given you so much!

No, I hear Him say back to me, I need you to give me your entire livelihood. I need the surplus you keep hidden away. I need the pieces you’re not willing to part with.

He knows. He knows there is more to be given away.

Where is my surplus? Do I offer some of myself because I have the assurance I will still be safe, secure?

Wanting to stay safe, I wait for the other shoe to drop. I live on edge, anxious about when I will lose out on the Lord and His abundance. I am walking around wondering when my children will be taken from me, when my husband will be gone, when I will lose everything I’ve worked hard to create here in my little bubble of a life.

This is what I am holding on to, for dear life.

I refuse to give this away to the Lord. I refuse to give away my anxieties for what’s to come in life. I refuse to offer up my children and the future He has in mind for them. I refuse to give up my fear of rejection, my fear of failure, my fear of the future.

I am so far from being the woman who comes to the treasury giving everything. Sitting here in my fear, I only give away my time when it’s convenient for me; I only give away my money when I think I have excess; I only give away pieces of my life while I cling tightly to the rest.

I am the wealthy, giving from a surplus.

We all are, in one way or another. We are all holding on to something we refuse to give away to the Lord. He says, “She, from her poverty, has offered her whole livelihood.” (Luke 21:4)

Let us join her today. Give it all to Him and trust, sisters.

[bctt tweet="Give it all to Him and trust, sisters." username="jennaguizar"]

Which part of your livelihood are you afraid to let go of? Which anxiety are you afraid to turn to Him? Give from deep inside, sisters.