My life
My house
My body
My family
My books
My hopes
Not anymore.
His life. He created it. He does all that is necessary to draw me to Him. He gives me the twists and turns of this path I am on and matches them perfectly to who I am so that when I leave this world, I have been given all the opportunities I need to have grown into the person He created me to be.
His house. He knew before the world began that I would need shelter. Why a 100 year old, high-maintenance home? Certainly, in his matching of all the people of the world with all their needs and his desire for my holiness, this was the perfect match.
My body, too, was made. He was not surprised by the toe that needed surgery and the nose that reacts to the great outdoors. He understands how much sleep I need, how much exercise is necessary to keep me in working order. His body.
My family, my possessions, my hopes are now Yours. I give them to You. I suppose by acknowledging this, I am able to enjoy the journey--relax, quit complaining, surrender--knowing that all of it is in the hands of a loving God.
Joy and contentment--gifts from Him who is Faithful.
