You might expect me to say that my bible is the most dear personal possession, but as scripture is the living breathing word of God, I can’t really say it’s mine, can I?

What about my children, aren’t they mine? Nope! They were each a personal gift of God, meant only to be watched over, guided and prayed for… but not really mine if you think about it.

Beings as I’m fresh off the homeless train, my list of personal items is fairly scant. All the pictures, keepsakes and special belongings… all gone!

In scripture it says that if we delight ourselves in God, he will give us the desires of our hearts. I suppose that it means something different to whomever is reading that passage. As for me, well I’ve got quite a collection of personal belongings stored up in heaven, where my eternal home awaits me… God promises in scripture that a place is being prepared just for me when I get home.

The glorious thing about things of the spirit… they cannot be taken from us, ever! My name was written in the book of life before the world was even created!

I’m clinging to the promises held deep inside my heart… a place where God dwells!

Instead of thinking on what possessions I can hold dear, instead, I shall dwell on being the possession that God holds most dear to His heart… ya, I’ll go with that.

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