The clouds pour out all they contain. The trees dance and bow down under
command of the wind. The light is radical. The sound is all encompassing. All
this… is just the earth’s worship of the One who is infinitely bigger and
better and stronger and softer. And more fiercely than the strongest storm, and
more gently than the most delicate petal of the most beautiful lily He says,
You
Are
Mine
Words so precious and so sweet. Words that are a promise, a declaration,
a future.
At some point you have longed to have someone to whom you belong. You’ve
yearned for someone to call you theirs. Whether a child yearning for a parent
to love and protect them, or a single longing to have those words sweetly
whispered by a soul mate. “You’re mine.” What could be sweeter? Could one word
be more precious? MINE.
MINE can be ugly too, though. So selfish, so narrow minded, so short
sighted, so hateful. It all changes with the heart of the one who speaks it.
Let God sing those words over you. Don’t white knuckle your life. You belong
to someone.
