Although Sammy is now four years old, he continues to use the possessive “my” in a toddler-like way. The other day when I was leaving to grab the big boys from school Sammy announced, “Daddy, my mommy is going to go get my brothers.” And he often asks when I pick him up from school, “Is my daddy going to be at my house?” There’s something very endearing in this overuse of “my mommy,” “my daddy,” and “my brothers.” It communicates that we are special to Sam, that we belong to him, yet not at the exclusion of others, because after all, I am not only his mommy. Yet for Sam this pronouncement of “My mommy” seems important, as if he is clarifying and affirming our relationship.
As I reflected on this, it made me think that maybe I underuse “my,” especially with regard to Jesus. Maybe I should be affirming and clarifying my relationship to Jesus more often. Maybe I should be thinking more about how He is mine, not at the exclusion of others, but just for the sake of recognizing that the relationship is indeed true. He is my Jesus. He is my Savior. He is my Lord, my Redeemer, my Refuge, my Sanctifier, my Comforter, my Counselor, my Deliverer, my Rock, my Sacrificial Lamb, my Shepherd, my Judge, my Prince of Peace, my Lord of Lords, my King of Kings, my Life-Giver and Life-Sustainer, my Strong Tower, my Healer, my Priest, my Light, and my Joy.
My prayer today is that He is all of these things for you as well, because my Jesus, my Savior, my Lord, wants to be your Jesus, your Savior and your Lord. May you know that He loves you, just as you are, today and everyday whether you acknowledge Him or not.