Belonging

 I am like a borrowed book.  I belonged to God, like a book belongs on a library shelf.  But the book is not meant to stay on the shelf.  That is its home, yes, but its purpose is to be read by borrowers.  The book does not belong to the borrower, but serves its purpose when off the shelf and being read.  My purpose is to be borrowed by others, but they do not own me.  My daily prayer is to remember to whom I belong and where I will eventually end up, I hope.  Without prayer, I will end up in a trash heap, taking up space and of no service to others.