#4: You've Robbed Me

Jesus, here’s what my life is composed of now:

My time

My friendships

My job

My car

My beauty

My righteousness

My mind

My soul

My emotions

My bank account

My charisma

My food

And on and on the list stretches.

Wait.  ‘My time’ doesn’t sound right.  You gave me life and You’ll take it away on the day You chose.  You decided how many breaths I have.  The time in this life isn’t mine; it’s Yours. 

Just so with ‘My friendships,’ ‘My job’ and all the way down the list.  They’re not mine, they’re Yours.  Every piece of my life I can possibly think of, big or small, is all Yours. 

You’ve utterly robbed me.  There’s no part of Jessey Woodward that is mine.  You’ve taken all of me.  

What am I left with?  What is mine?

You.  All of You.