Lessons in OWNERSHIP from my 8-year-old neighbor…


Kenzie is a special girl who lives across the street. She has the appearance of a typical little girl, but when she opens her mouth, you quickly realize she is no ordinary girl. She is energetic, bright, bold, and can’t help but make her presence known.
T’was the night before the garage sale and we had a garage full of items that needed to be unpacked and priced before the big day. We told the boys that the proceeds of this garage sale would fund our vacation, so our family was full throttle OPERATION GARAGE SALE. Typically, if we are outside, then Kenzie will come over and today was no different. At first, I thought to myself, now is not a good time. In a matter of minutes and without being asked, Kenzie was unpacking boxes and saying, “Which table does this go on?” She helped us for several hours until her parents called her inside. The next morning, we awake at some dreadful hour to begin showcasing our treasures in hopes for a big turnout. Around 8 or so, Miss Kenzie comes over and says, “Good Morning Mrs. Tim, I’m here!” (She always calls me Mrs. Tim and I think it is so cute and besides I dearly love being Mrs. Tim.) She quickly appoints herself as the greeter and welcomes everyone at the end of the driveway, “Welcome to OUR garage sale!” She would help the customers and say, “Oh, you like OUR XYZ?” “Mrs. Tim, how much is OUR XYZ?” At some point in the day, Goldie escapes the house to join the sale and Kenzie exclaims, “Please excuse OUR dog.” From that point on, without being asked, Kenzie is Goldie’s playmate and sitter. “Goldie, come back to OUR yard!” OUR, OUR, OUR…… It seems like every other word that left Kenzie’s mouth was ‘our’. As we came inside and counted our cash, I could not help but think about what an amazing sense of OWNERSHIP this girl had. I thought to myself, she will make an excellent employee one day and I can’t even imagine what a great asset she would be to the church. These days when something is wrong, tendency is to point out the error or even worse…point fingers at one of our brothers or sisters. Why can’t THEY? Well, if THEY would just…
JUST Imagine…
Welcome to OUR church!
Please excuse OUR construction, or OUR Sunday School rooms. WE are growing!!
This is OUR awesome Sunday School teacher.
We love OUR children. We love OUR music.
You get the picture. The truth is ownership makes things happen much quicker than diverting or the alternative.
I’m going to try to be more like OUR Kenzie. Love and blessings, Mrs. Tim

About Mindi

Mindi was raised in Westlake, Louisiana and moved to the Houston area after receiving her bachelor's degree in Mass Communications in 1993. Mindi has been instrumental in all facets of growing their ad agency since its inception in 1999. She has worked closely with national level clients in developing and executing results-driven marketing initiatives. She is also co-owner of the renowned Medical Journal - Houston, a healthcare business newspaper, where she works as Publisher and Editor. In 2011, her family started a new church plant in The Woodlands, Texas. She counts it an honor to serve as pastor’s wife of The Pentecostals of The Woodlands where she shares her husband’s burden for souls and to reach The Woodlands community. She and her husband have three sons that are all actively serving the church. Mindi homeschools the boys and has an insatiable desire to see them saved and to be everything that God wants them to be. Due to her extensive research, the oldest son recently graduated high school with his bachelor's degree and the younger two are on track to do the same. To say that she is passionate about the family is an understatement. She has purposed to study family dynamics and is ever learning. She is a family junkie so to speak and is addicted to learning new ways to help her family and other families thrive. She enjoys researching and sharing her findings with everyone through her blog called The Fervent Family.

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