Good Morning, God!
This morning is one of my rare SLOW mornings. And I was going to curl up in bed and ponder the universe via my laptop. But the wifi connection has decided not to reach to our bedroom, so I am in the bed in our guest room.
This morning I have looked at photos of the Hubble space craft, and the galaxies viewed by that space craft. I have seen my photos of sequoia trees, and then photos of anti-government protestors in Egypt.
There is a lot going on in Our World and in Our Universe! It certainly boggles MY mind. But, what I want to chat with You this morning, God, is the word MY. When I was writing the caption for the photo on this page, I had first written “my” upstairs guest room. Then I remembered that Kit is very sensitive to my saying “my” instead of “our.” Well, of course, it IS OURS. And I remember that my father had the same sensitivity to the word “my.” To him, it meant NOT YOURS.
To me, the word MY means “that which I care for and feel responsible for.” So, I can say MY WORLD without meaning that it belongs to me — or isn’t YOUR WORLD. And, I do “care” about our world, God.
But back to definitions — I do understand that my definition of the Word My is perhaps more typical of females. Is it that we are not so territorial? Or is it that women are more comfortable with shared responsibility?
Oh, God, 7 billion people trying to SHARE — or NOT SHARE — one Small Planet. PLEASE, GOD, WE NEED YOUR HELP!