I don't own the Heavenly Son. He owns me.
I don't own the mother of the Heavenly Son
There was once a little girl who was different from everyone else. She was a little bit funny since she walked with a limp. One day her cousin had a baby. The baby was so cute. He was so sweet with His tiny little hands and His tiny little feet and His tiny little curls in His hair.
"I wish I could hold the baby," the girl said.
"Well you can't," her older sister said, "You walk with a limp. You'll cause Him to be damaged"
At that her cousin looked at her older sister.
"Of course your sister can hold the baby," she said handing the baby over to the little girl.
"But she walks with a limp," her older sister said
"She's seated and she won't damage Him"
Twenty minutes later they had to go. She handed the baby back to His mother and left. She was limp free.
We do not harm our heavenly hosts when we reach out to them. Instead they fix us.