I had a strange thought about that which is mine.
Someone was talking about my little brother saying derogatory things about him. The funny thing, is that what was being spoken, was the truth. He did those things. He was unwise in many ways. (In truth, aren’t we all at times.)
The negative words about him, however, caused me to react in my soul differently than I would have reacted, had I heard those same things about any other man.
In my soul I screamed, “yes, but he is mine! He is my brother. What he did does not define him. My love defines him.”
My brother passed away many years ago. He is gone but he will always be mine.
The strange thought I had, has to do with God. Does God love me for no other reason than because I am His? He brought me into His family.
When HE hears derogatory things about me, does He scream, “She is Mine.”
I believe HE does.
I am His. He owns my heart and my soul.
Mine.
A newly comforting word.
