Everything I create, Lord, is your creation. My best ideas are manna from heaven. The life I am building is a temple that belongs to You. May I give You all and understand that You are the source of every good thing I have. When I sit back and look fondly at my family, I know they are a gift from You.

Free me from the burden of owning things, Lord. I will keep up my responsibilities and tend to whatever is in my care, but release me from the desire to claim things as my own: I want. I need. I must have. This train of thought is getting old. I want to rest in knowing You own all things. Blessings come from Your hand, and that is where I in turn will place them.