Mine! One of the very first words we hear our children utter.
And when we do we cringe. How could that selfish word come from those chubby angelic lips?
Maybe it’s just me. But after all these years “mine” still sounds distasteful. Could it possibly be because the painfully familiar word is still lurking around somewhere in the mind of this middle-age brain (middle-age if I live to be one hundred and ten)?
Yikes! Did I just admit to being selfish with my possessions?
We are all wired with an innate selfishness from the beginning. A love affair with….STUFF.
As we grow older we learn to let go. Or do we?
Do you ever catch yourself saying “mine” in the secret places in your head where no one else can hear?
Admission is the prelude to submission. So I guess I’m off to a good start.
Last week I posted on being selfish with time . What I, we, need to surrender, submit and sacrifice. I listed time, talents, money, control and pride.
I conveniently left out possessions (stuff). Hmm. Maybe I subconsciously left it out. Like the opposite of a Freudian slip, a Freudian miss.
Do you know which bible story has always made me uncomfortable? The story of the wealthy young man in Matthew 19. He came to Jesus and said he had done everything right, kept all the commandments. Then he wanted to know what else he had to do to gain eternal life? Jesus told him to give all his possessions away to the poor and follow Him.
The young man couldn’t do it. He walked away remorseful. He couldn’t let it go…what he held so dear. He couldn’t make the sacrifice.
If the Holy Spirit whispered to me today to give away the stuff I value most could I do it? Would I be obedient?
Take a moment and think about that one thing you own of greatest value to you. Ready to let it go?
Trust is what leads to surrender. Surrender to submission. Finally, submission leads to sacrifice.
God calls us to sacrifice daily. Romans 12:1 says, to present our whole bodies as living sacrifices, holy and pleasing to the Lord.
I know many who say possessions mean nothing to them. They could give it all away in a heartbeat. So maybe that’s not what they need to release.
Because if it doesn’t hurt is it really a sacrifice?
Gracious Heavenly Father, Thank you for the sweet reminder that comes out of the mouths of children. All I have is yours. It was never really “mine”. May I trust you enough to make sacrifice a part of my daily life. Because you first sacrificed yourself for me. All honor and glory belong to you forever. In the name of Jesus. Amen.