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Despising what's mine

"So Esau despised his birthright." (Genesis 25:34b)

I have often thought about Esau and why his position in the family didn't seem to matter to him very much. It was as if he took everything for granted.

As I was reading chapter 25 again tonight, a thought popped up in my mind... What if Esau felt entitled? What if he had an entitled attitude? He just assumed all would be his whether he was careful with his actions and words or not. That sense of entitlement and privilege cost him everything.

What do we loose by having an ungrateful heart?
What privilege or opportunity passes us by because we do not steward our resources well?
What "right" do we despise unintentionally?

As a momma, how many days with my children have I wasted wishing I could be somewhere else doing something "more important"?

God, may I be ever thankful for your provision and mindful of the opportunities You present. May I prove myself to be a good steward with a grateful heart into whose hands You can entrust much.

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