all of it His

{april 15}
i think sometimes i pretend otherwise.
it's my humanity wanting to take ownership.
it's my sin wanting to take control.
and on a morning like this, i need to be reminded:
it belongs to Him.
all of it.
everything.
He spoke it into being.
He whispered it into this world.
it's His.
you, me, that lovely crabapple across the street.
all of it.
His.
all of it good.
all of it for His glory.