Οἰκονομία

We are not owners. We are stewards, appointed to tend vessels of dust and breath, shaped by hands not our own.
It is not a curse to carry weight; it is our design.
To labor over what matters to the One who made us.
To water what He’s planted. To nurture, to keep, to guard.
We sow not for glory, but in obedience.
And like a stone, we remain,
Rooted in love, still in understanding,
waiting not in idleness, but in faith.
For the harvest. For the call.
For the day when the Steward returns.