I got a new ride yesterday. It’s funny how suited this car is to all my needs and wants, without me realizing it was when I got it. I was so focused on getting a car that functioned properly and got me from point A to point B without blowing up, without spending a fortune, that I didn’t realize all the fun things about it. I can sync it to my phone so I can listen to my music whenever I feel like it. I can change the lights on the inside of the car to different colors like purple or blue or red or green. I drove my car to my dad’s house earlier to pick up my insurance cards, because I’m still under my dad’s insurance (womp womp womp) and even afterwards, with it being my day off and all, I tried to think of all the possible places I could drive my car because I didn’t want to get out of it. But I couldn’t think of anywhere. I couldn’t think of any place I could go, without spending  money or anything. The dealer I met with yesterday asked me,

“Do you ever just drive around, not knowing where you’re going, just to lose track of time? Because you just want to drive?”

Well no. No, I don’t. I wish I was that woman. I don’t know how to just get lost. I’m too afraid of losing time. Or not knowing how to use my time or whatever. Am I the only person like this?

I was reading in the Word earlier the parable about the tenants. You know, the people who were staying at the vineyard who obviously didn’t want to leave. I say “obviously” because every time the owner sent a person to go and collect from the vineyard, that person, whether it be a beloved son or a servant, would be killed by the tenants. The Word says that this person would not just be killed, but that he’d be killed shamefully.

I don’t think the tenants were stupid. I think they knew very well they didn’t own the vineyard (I mean, duh) and that they were, after all, just tenants. They were leasing a space. But that didn’t stop them from acting the way they did.

What is my point?

I guess I’ve been wondering lately where and if I ever feel a sense of false entitlement in my life. To take it a step further, do I know what belongs to the Lord? Do I know what belongs to me? Have I drawn the line?

Sure, some men just like to watch the world burn. Granted. I am probably one of them. But that aside, I just can’t believe that the tenants didn’t know in their hearts that the vineyard didn’t belong to them. They’d have to go. If they didn’t have to leave beforehand, surely they’d have to leave now, since they were killing people and all. I mean, that’s kind of a deal breaker. But when it comes to sin, you can’t stop.

I can’t stop.

Abba Father, forgive us.

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