My miniature Iris are up and blooming! I call them 'my iris' but I didn't plant them. I didn't fertilize them. I didn't even water them! They came with the house we bought, but when we bought it they were buried underground without even a sliver of a leaf showing. They started poking their heads up about this time last year and I promptly called them mine! My miniature Iris were and are delicate and beautiful.
How many other things has God blessed me with, but I claim as 'mine'. A plethora of things pop into my head and I haven't even thought hard (notice I said MY head)! My house. My food. My phone. My water. My car. My body. My husband. My kids. My computer. My blog!
Now...I don't want to seem weird and make people around me feel strange by saying God's house, God's food, God's phone, water, car, blog! But they are. All of everything is God's.
Maybe I should start praying like my three year old grandson who thanks God for absolutely EVERYTHING he sees. The reminder would do me good.
I need to put MY pride in the grave, and let God have His place back.
1 Timothy 6:11-16 (New International Version)
But you, man of God, flee from all this, and pursue righteousness, godliness, faith, love, endurance and gentleness. Fight the good fight of the faith. Take hold of the eternal life to which you were called when you made your good confession in the presence of many witnesses. In the sight of God, who gives life to everything, and of Christ Jesus, who while testifying before Pontius Pilate made the good confession, I charge you to keep this command without spot or blame until the appearing of our Lord Jesus Christ, which God will bring about in his own time—God, the blessed and only Ruler, the King of kings and Lord of lords, who alone is immortal and who lives in unapproachable light, whom no one has seen or can see. To him be honor and might forever. Amen.
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