“Everything under heaven is Mine.” Job 41:11
A wonderful friend loans me her books. Because they are hers, I am extra careful with them.
Lord, may we treat each other and the world around us with loving care today, because it’s all Yours. And here’s a simple poem . . .
All His
There is a certain
root of pride
that grows each time
I think of “mine”
but it fades
and falls away
as I thank You for
everything today.