Mine

This has been on my mind for a week or two & I've been writing it in my head since then. I don't really even know what made me start thinking about it, but here goes. Mine. One of the first words that so many children learn. And we gently discourage its use, teaching them about sharing and being kind to one another. Mine, at that age, is about possession. As we grow up, it still is about possession to a certain extent, but I think it's more about pride in that person or thing we are calling our own. My family, my best friend, my school, my sister, my whatever...the list could go on.

"I have called you by name; you are mine." (Isaiah 43:1) We are God's. We belong to Him because He created us, but also by choice. We strive to make Him proud. Again, not so much about possession, but more so about pride.

I don't really have any concluding remarks about this. I don't know why it seemed significant. But, for whatever reason, it did. To those of you reading this, you are mine. I am proud of you & I love you. You have impacted my life in ways you will never know, & I am thankful for you every single day.