Mine, Mine, Mine, But His First

            I tend to be pretty possessive. Not so much about things (although like the typical American, I do like my stuff), but about people. They're my friends, my family, my kiddo, my man. I think it's partly because I like to take care of people and to be there for them. If they have a problem, I want to fix it. I tend to invest in people, and the more I invest in them, the more I think of them as mine.

            For the most part, this works for me. However, there are some times when it just doesn't work. For example, when they have a problem I can't fix, this doesn't work for me. If something is yours and it's broken, you fix it. But sometimes, your things (or people) that you want must to fix, you just can't fix. That's when it helps me to remember that the while the people I love are mine in a sense, they belong first and foremost to Someone so much greater than I. What I can't fix, He can if He so chooses. Why do I struggle so much with surrendering them to Him? I can't seem to handle losing control for even one minute even though it means that they'll be taken much better care of. In fact, it's often easier for me to surrender my own problems to Him than to surrender the problems of those whom I love, my loved ones.

            How much greater is His love for them than my own? He is their creator, and what He created was good. Yes, we messed it up. But it was good, and He wants it to be good again. That's why He provided a redeemer "Christ Jesus whom God put forward as a propitiation by His blood, to be received by faith." For those I love who love Him as well, He works all things together for good. Now if only I can remember that. . .

Sincerely,