Luke 12:48

UPDATED: I wrote the following post late last night, just feeling that normal struggle that those who are blessed feel...how can I bless others??
For some reason when I woke up this morning, I was uncomfortable with posting it so I took it down. I'm not sure why, but I was feeling like it seemed preachy, or bragging, like I have stuff. Really, in the end "stuff" doesn't matter and those who don't have "stuff" are just as blessed as those who do.
I read a post this morning and unfortunely, when I tried to link it, the link disappeared. But it was exactly what I needed to read.
That I can bless others right here, right now. Even as a mother of youngsters.
Making a meal for a new mom will bless the new mom and bless the Lord. Babysitting for a friend will bless the friend and bless the Lord.
I don't have to do anything crazy.
I'm going to pray every day that the Lord opens my eyes to ways I can bless others (starting with my husband!)

Now, onto the post I wrote last night (this has turned into a whole lot of writing. My apologies.)


From everyone who has been given much, much will be demanded; and from the one who has been entrusted with much, much more will be asked.

Matt and I were born into families where good grades and good behavior were the standard. My brothers and I didn't do much to veer off that standard (other than some minor skirmishes and Matt says he was perfect). We were essentially handed an expensive college education where the guy I met was given much of the same (and more....don't deny you had your parents credit card, Matt!)
We were both raised in a very solid Christian home where our parents loved each other more than they loved us, where our parents, grandparents, aunts and uncles are still married.
Our parents imparted upon us the wisdom of proper nutrition, proper sleep habits, proper hygiene habits, we went to the doctor when we needed, we had teeth and organs removed as necessary (Matt = teeth, me = organs (I'm missing all of the non vital ones)). We watched our parents exercise, not watch a lot of tv, keep clean houses and clothing. Our parents signed us up for t-ball and cheered us on, until our sports careers ended somewhere aound college, never missing more than a game or two.
We were encouraged, loved, praised, disciplined and taught all the things I've taken for granted until I am trying to do the same for my girls.
Oh, and I was born in America. Jackpot.

I have been given more material and non-material blessings than probably 99% of the planet.
And only by the grace of God.
I have done nothing to deserve it.
The older I get, the more I look around and see just exactly what was handed to me on a silver platter. That I truly was born with a silver spoon in my mouth.
Have you seen the faces and attitudes of too many women and children at the putt putt course/in the mall/at the grocery store? Rough.

From everyone who has been given much, much will be demanded; and from the one who has been entrusted with much, much more will be asked.

As I spoke with Matt about this earlier today, I told him to not be surprised if, after we are done adopting (heck, and maybe before), I ask him to start praying about foster care.

Our pantry is too full, our bedrooms are too empty, and we overflow with too many blessings. I think the Lord is about to ask for more cause He's sure given me much.

What do you think? Have you been given much? What do you think the Lord is asking you to do?