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Property of God

"For you were bought at a price; therefore glorify God in your body and in your spirit, which are God's."  1 Cor. 6:20

I have to admit that one of my weaknesses is shoe shopping.  Perhaps I should call it something besides "shopping" because I don't even have to buy a single pair in order to get excited.  I truly have all the shoes I could ever need in my closet, so now whenever I go to the shoe store, I'm perfectly content with trying on five or six pairs and walking out of the store empty handed.  This makes my hubby so happy!

I have all different kinds of shoes.  I have some that are casual and comfy, and then there are those that are definitely more concerned with being fashionable than being comfortable.  I have house shoes, outside shoes, and pool shoes.  However, out of all of the shoes that I have, they all have one thing in common.  This is not a great piece of wisdom that I'm getting ready to share . . . but hold on . . . here it is . . .

My shoes go wherever I tell them to go!

Whenever I purchased each pair of my shoes, I then gained full control over them and they are at my mercy!  As trivial as that sounds, this concept holds true for Christians everywhere who have been purchased by God via the blood that Christ shed for our salvation.

Whenever I became a Christian and recognized that I was bought with a price, I then became the property of an Almighty and all-knowing God.  My life was purchased by Someone who would know the absolute perfect plan for my life.  He would be capable of guiding me through tough situations and would desire to navigate every course that I should take.

As silly as it sounds, none of the shoes in my closet have ever refused to go wherever I have told them to go!  I own them!  They go wherever I tell them to!

Likewise, our lives belong to God.  Instead of us making the choices all of the time, we should be going where He sends us and doing whatever He asks of us.  If I am truly the property of God, then my decisions and plans should reflect God's decisions and plans. 

It actually makes me a little relieved.  You see, on my own, I know that I am bound to mess up and make choices that will be to my detriment.  But, if I am following God's plan and seeking after choices that He would have me make, then I will never go wrong!

The beautiful result of recognizing that we belong to God is that He will be glorified through our lives whenever we're following Him and His way for our lives.  Whenever we are going where He sends us and abiding in His perfect will, it will be inevitable that the people around us will want to know what makes us different than everyone else who makes decisions on a whim and follows whatever looks flashy and appealing.

If God has bought you at a price does He have full ownership of you?

Do the choices you make reflect His plan or your plan for your life?

Is God being glorified through your life because of the way you are living out His will?

If you haven't given God full control over every aspect of your life, take some time today to recommit your life to His perfect plan.  His plan will never fail you and will always be far better than any plan you or I could ever concoct ourselves!  You were bought at a price . . . does your life reflect that purchase?

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