Do you have a special possession?
If someone asked me that, I would have to think awhile because I’m not very attached to “things”. I’d probably say the ring that my mother left to me when she went home to heaven is special to me. It became invaluable to me after she was gone.
My own wedding ring is also important to me. It symbolizes almost 40 years of love and commitment between my husband and I. Every five years we changed or added to my ring so when I look at it, I see the history of us building a marriage that has lasted through many storms. After our son who was a Phoenix Police Officer was killed in the line of duty, I added some blue sapphires onto my wedding ring in honor and remembrance of a great son and the awesome man he grew up to be. Precious.
My eyes were opened to my real answer to that question several years ago as I was reading what God says in Ezekiel 44, ” I am to be the only inheritance the priests have. You are to give them no possession in Israel: I will be their possession.” God was all they needed. God took care of them and he didn’t want them to be distracted by other possessions.
Wow! This applies to me! God takes care of me and provides for me. He doesn’t want me to be distracted by possessions. My relationship with God is my most prized possession. I can’t imagine life without him. There is nothing I own – my mother’s ring and my ring included – that gives me the love, joy and strength that God gives me. Nothing else gives me the forgiveness and freedom that only comes from God.
Yes, God is my special possession. My relationship with him is so much more precious and perfect than anything I could ever buy or own.
Many of you read this blog a couple of years ago when I initially wrote it. It amazes me to look back and see how God was preparing me through his Word for something that was going to happen.
Last year my wedding ring was stolen. One of the stones on the ring was loose so the jeweler sent the ring in to fix the stone before I lost it. The ring disappeared on the way.
I lost the whole ring. Gone. Over 40 years of building this ring with my husband stolen from me. Over 40 years of never taking the ring off except at night because I didn’t want to lose it. I had one spot and one spot only I put it if it wasn’t on my finger. I never put it in my pocket, I never put it by the sink. I knew the easiest way to lose it was to take it off so I didn’t, I just cleaned it regularly.
I would have been devastated when I got the call that it was stolen if I had not already worked through this truth about my most special possession. God reminded me that he was still walking beside me and would never leave me. His love and care and grace can never be stolen away like my ring was.
The jeweler replaced my ring with a very nice ring that looks just like my original one. It’s not ‘my’ ring but it reminds me every day that my relationship with God is my most precious possession and it can never be taken away from me.
I live my life in gratitude for all you are, Abba Father, and for all you have done for me.