Focus on what matters most.

Why this exists

It Was Just Another Tuesday. Until It Wasn't.

There are seasons when the difference between what is yours to carry and what isn't becomes painfully obvious. Mine involved lawyers, court systems, people saying things that weren't true, and legal bills that apparently had no interest whatsoever in whether I was having a good week.

This is just one example of how I use these three columns, but it's a useful one because there was absolutely nothing passive about it. I couldn't simply "give it to God" and walk away. There were things I was responsible for. Decisions had to be made. Lawyers needed information. Deadlines mattered. Money was being spent. Lies sometimes required a response. I had to participate fully in what was happening while learning, sometimes very badly, that participating was not the same thing as controlling it.

That became the question underneath almost everything: What part of this is actually mine?

My Business

My business was telling the truth. Showing up. Keeping records. Working with my lawyers. Responding when a response was necessary. Meeting deadlines. Asking good questions. Paying attention to the legal expenses and making the financial decisions that were mine to make.

My business was also who I chose to be while all of this was happening. I could be furious and still be honest. I could disagree without lying. I could protect myself without becoming cruel. I could set boundaries. I could ask God for wisdom. I could love the people in my life who were trying to walk through this with me. I could do the next right thing even when I was deeply pissed that the next right thing needed doing in the first place.

My Business is not the easy column. It is often the hardest one because it asks something of me.

None of My Business

Whether the other people involved told the truth was not mine to control. Neither were their motives, their private conversations, their opinions of me, the stories they told themselves about what happened, or whether they ever understood my side.

That didn't mean I ignored a lie that affected the legal case. Responding to it could absolutely be my business. Correcting the record might be my business. Giving my attorney the facts was my business.

Making another person stop lying was not.

That distinction mattered because I could spend an enormous amount of emotional energy trying to accomplish something I had no actual power to accomplish.

Their behavior might require an action from me. It did not require unlimited access to my mind.

God's Business

The outcome. Justice. Timing. What would eventually be revealed and what might never be. Other people's hearts. Whether someone changed, apologized, admitted the truth, or continued doing exactly what they had been doing.

I could pray for the outcome I wanted. I could ask God for justice. I could hope the truth became obvious. I could ask Him to change hearts, including mine. But I could not turn any of those things into my assignment.

God's Business is not a spiritual junk drawer where I throw everything I don't feel like dealing with. It is where the things that genuinely belong to God go.

And some of those things matter to me desperately.

That is what makes this hard.

None of this is passive. My Business is not small. It includes loving God, loving people, telling the truth, protecting what needs protecting, and doing the next right thing while you're furious. None of My Business is the deliberate release of what you cannot carry without being consumed by it. God's Business is where outcomes, justice, timing, and other people's hearts actually belong.

The three columns don't make the problem disappear.
They help me remember which part of it is mine.