“My son,” the father said, “you are always with me, and everything I have is yours. But we had to celebrate and be glad, because this brother of yours was dead and is alive again; he was lost and is found.” Luke 15
Sunday, Preacher Man challenged us to walk through our houses and intentionally give over everything to God. If there is something we can’t give to him, then we know where the stumbling block is and better get rid of it quick.
I have walked around and seen things that would hurt to lose, say if there were a fire. I love the photo albums of the boys growing up. I have sentimental feelings toward objects, like the Bible Matt gave me when we were dating. Losing the emerald ring that I bought with one of my first pay checks would hurt; I was so proud of being able to buy it myself. But I can truly say that I could lose any of those things and it wouldn’t matter. I have given them to God to be used for whatever purpose he intends.
I went to the eye doctor a couple weeks ago and was officially informed of what I already knew; I need bifocals. I started wearing contacts again last year, but in the last many months I haven’t been able to wear them because I can’t see anything less than two feet in front of me. I knew it was time when I realized that in order to eat the food on my plate I was looking under the rim of my glasses to see the food. I couldn’t see what was right in front of me.
God has said everything he has is mine, but looking through a new lens I realize there is something I have not reciprocated. My children are mine.
Yes, I have prayed every single day of their lives that they will choose God and that they will serve him their entire lifetimes. Yet somehow I don’t trust God to take care of that. I worry about whether the boys will make the right choice, to serve the one true God. Sometimes I even anguish over how to lead them to the waters of baptism and then down the path of Life.
Now I read the words of the father again: Everything I have is yours. Suddenly I see that before it is mine, it is HIS. He gave the boys to me for a time to love, enjoy, and teach about their Father. But they are his to start with and his they remain. He didn’t say everything I HAD is yours, but everything I HAVE is yours.
I should have ordered those bifocals sooner. It would have saved me a lot of grief.