Success is a curious thing, laden with expectation.
We measure it by our comfort levels, acquisitions, and the recognition we receive. Is this succeeding? By whose standards?
The other day, wrestling with whether to chase a new idea or let it take root, I flipped open my journal to a turned-down corner.
There were Mother Teresa’s words: “God has not called me to be successful; He has called me to be faithful.”
That landed when I needed it, prompting me to rest in my role as steward of the portion given to me—uniquely mine. I’m not a beneficiary of my own efforts; I’m in partnership with God and the fellow humans I connect with on this big blue planet.
Here’s what I’ve been given, shaped by the desire placed in my heart, and here’s how I’m tending it—to yield a return for God and those I walk alongside.