It Is Mine

As I was walking with God through the Land-of-Nothing-And-Yet-Too-Much, I began asking God questions and giving Him things I had been holding on to for far too long. He took them into Himself telling me He would use them in my life later on. I got to thinking about what else He could use from me. I had a feeling I was holding things back, but what?1

My mind was racing as thoughts kept flying on. Then, I thought one that shut up all the others. "God," I asked, "I have this brain that can be quick to think, and I meet you there everyday, so I am able to use if for You and have many times." He smiled. "God," I continued, "I don't want my 'deep thinking' to be mine. You will do much better with it." I looked over at Him, and He put His hand on my head, glowed for a second, and said, "It is mine."2

"God, my ears and eyes are the senses I use the most. I see things and hear things around me allowing me to observe. And then I speak after observance. Lord, allow me to see with Your eyes and hear with Your ears and then speak with Your tongue. In doing so, take these things from me. He smiled, "It is mine."3

"Lord, I have a neck which I can stick out in situations and sometimes in situations I should not stick it out in. God, take my neck and use it the way You would like to. Teach it when to be in certain situations and when to stay out of them. Then, allow the tongue that has become Your tongue to communicate with the neck and let this team be used by You. Let my neck become Your neck." Again, He said, "It is mine."4

I found words stacked upon each other and rested against this wall of thoughts. "And my shoulders. I use my shoulders to carry weight. I have found that I carry the weight of everyone around me; especially those I care about. My shoulders may be carrying too much weight. Not only do I ask that you take this weight from me, but I ask that you take my shoulders and swap them with Yours. Then, Your shoulders will know to carry the right amount of weight and will not be weighed down, and Your Will will not be slowed." Suddenly, I felt lighter as He said, "It is mine."5

"My chest houses my heart, but if my chest is not Your chest, how safe is this sensitive organ? I ask that my chest becomes armored with Your shields, thus becoming Yours." We began walking again. "And the heart is the heart of love, but can I love as You love if it is my heart? Take it and exchange it for Yours, so that I may love as You do with no discrimintation or hatred toward anybody. Mine is broken anyway. His smile seemed to grow, "It is mine."6

"My lungs breathe in air along with its pollutants. Your lungs are filtered so that Your body does not get intoxicated. Replace my lungs with Yours so that I have filters to not be affected by the air in my surroundings. This way, I can go to more places. Take these lungs of mine." He nodded, "It is mine."7

"My arms, God, are links to my hands, which I write with and work with.. and fidget with..." I smiled, looking at Him, and He chuckled. "God, take my arms so I can use Yours. Allow me to be the proper links. As for my hands, I am clumsy and use them for myself, though I would rather be sure and steady and use them for You. Please take my hands and give me Yours." My hands were something that I had been selfish with in many ways, but when He smiled and said, "It is mine," I knew this was the start of being selfless. I paused to catch my breath. He smiled and took the hand that was now His and again said, "It is mine." We continued walking.8

"God, I gave you my eyes already, so that you can use them, but as I look ahead and see it getting darker, I figured I should also give you my sight. Help me see through the darkness." I paused. "And my skin. Let it radiate through the darkness with Your Light. Let my sight be Yours, and let my flesh also be Yours." "It is mine."9

"Lord, because of sin, I must wear clothing, but please allow my clothing to be part shelter against my own sin. Help me to not allow this clothing to hide Your light. Though my parts are Your parts, I will never be perfect. Do not let me dress myself as such, so that others may see Your forgiveness in my life."10

He held out His hand once more, and I took it, feeling the scars covering my Father's hand. "Father, touch is another sense I use and don't think much of. Yet it is so powerful that it can anger, hurt, or soothe. God, I want to touch others with Love. Let my touch be Yours as well." Again, He nodded and said, "It is mine."11

My knee gave out and I started to fall. He caught me easily. We sat down in one of the few quiet places in this land. "My legs and feet, I use to walk with. I give them to You. Let Your legs carry me where You want me to be, and then the rest of this body that has become Yours will follow and I will be like You. I will look at, hear, and treat others the way You would; with love, respect, and kindness. If my legs and feet become Yours, then You lead me to places and use everything else that is Yours for Your will. Take them, too." "It is mine."12

He and I were sitting there across from each other, and He took my hands in His again and spoke, "Child, all of these were already mine. You are finally beginning to see this. I have been using you since you were born, but because you have given yourself fully over to me, you can now see me using you. Since you have given yourself as a sacrifice, I can lead, and you will follow easier. I do not expect you to be perfect, nor do I want you to be perfect, for only I can be such a thing. If you were perfect, would people truly listen? No. Because they could not see how you have been in their shoes. Thus why I ask of you simply to follow me and to be like me in the ways I have shown you, for you are mind and always have been. Everything about you --every flaw, every talent -- is precious to me. You will always be my child."13

The last words echoed through The-Land-of-Nothing-And-Yet-Too-Much as my eyes opened, bringing me back to my dorm on Earth. I felt incredible and loved. For once, I did feel important. I find myself still asking God to use each individual part of me for the Kingdom's good. And every time I give something to Him, I hear those words:14

"It is mine."15

The End...16

...Or is it really the beginning?