He is mine

I am His.

I know that.

But what I haven’t really spent a lot of time thinking about is

He is mine.

He is mine to hold, mine to grasp onto, mine to claim. He is mine to cherish, mine to love, mine to honor. He is mine. And because I am His, and because He is mine, what is there ever to really fear?

And the gratitude extends farther.

They are His.

He is ours.

The plans he has for me, for us, for them, for our country, for our generation…they are in His hands, and He is in our hearts, and all we have to do

is live like all of this is true.

Because it is.

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