My God. Pagans mouth the words in vain. Christians find in these two words their greatest joy. No greater thought has ever been entertained than this, that God is mine, and I am his.

I will greatly rejoice in the LORD;
I will be overjoyed because of my God.
Isaiah 61:10 NET

All other joys are but faint satellites of this giant sun of truth. With God as my companion, no ill nor evil can rob me of this joy.

Whatever losses in this life I may sustain, regardless of the darkened valleys I must enter, no matter the thorns that pierce my feet along the way, however great the rocks that injure my back, God is mine.

To say that God is mine does not mean that he has been diminished, as if I could, by possessing him, control or direct him. It means that I have been exalted. Ennobled. Sanctified. Celestialized.

God is mine forever. No one can take him from me.

Our Father who is in Heaven, from your highest glory you have come down to me, you have made yourself present, more present, more engaging, more bracing than any physical presence I have known. Even if my life is stripped down to nothing, I will rejoice in you, for the joy of you is greater than all others combined. Amen.

Hold this thought: Possessing God, I possess all that matters.

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  1. Meditation on God produces the most profound thoughts, the most elegant language; you accomplished both.

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