well, i moved to a new house and thanks to a heart that cares, it is my house. all that is wrong with it and all that is wonderful.
ownership is a strange thing. when i was renting, the bad things were the landlords responsibility. now they are mine. and they are not so bad. before they were irritating, and if not taken care of....well, a pain in the neck.
now....they are a part of the package.
if i take ownership of my own self, quit blaming someone else, or events, or anything else....it seems that perhaps i can find the good along with the bad, trek on my path, and praise my Lord who treks before me and behind me.
Forgive me, Father, for not taking ownership of my life.