One of the biggest things I used to worry about and stress over is money. My overly-conscious effort to save every dime diminished my contentment. The way I valued money controlled not only what I spent, but what I wanted my parents to spend on me, and the result was that I didn’t enjoy the things that others bought for me because I was worried about the money. I am actually A LOT better now about my anxiety over keeping money and hording it like Ebenezer Scrooge. The problem now is that I am still learning to balance between my worries about hanging on to it and my desire to spend it on new clothes. The last year or so I have spent a big portion of my income on myself, aside from tithes, so I think this offering commitment was well-needed. There’s no denying my need to discipline myself from constantly gaining new material possessions. More of God, less of me. I used to be stingy with my offering, only giving change from my tithes, or a dollar. I don’t like to give more than I “have to.” The funny thing is, though, I remember not caring so deeply about money at all. One time when I was really little, I remember my dad gave me a $20 bill for me to keep for myself, and I gave it all to the offering. I didn’t’ twice about it, but if you were to ask me to do that now, to give everything I just gained, I would definitely think twice about it before following through with it. To give everything someone gave me is one thing, but to give everything I earned is another story. I have to stop believing that I earn, own, and deserve the money I make, because it is ultimately God’s. He is the provider and I have to remind myself it is all His. The challenge is going well because it is hard. That means I’m doing it right, I guess. To give beyond the bare minimum is challenging. I think it’s definitely teaching me to let go and not let money own me. Like you say, less of me, more of God. That has been my prayer for the past month or so, even before I took the challenge. Praying that prayer has gotten me through the first three months of college. It’s not about me.