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My granddad use to always tell me when I was real full of myself at a young age "boy! Your getting to big for your own britches", and when I use to persist that I could do something like hit a target with a 270 rifle at the age of 12 or 13 but could barely hold the gun steady he would say "Aaaiightttt! Show me then you hard headed rascal." That ole man was full of wisdom, and I was full of spunk and moxy. I wanted to prove I could, and he wanted to protect me so I wouldn't hurt myself. Most ALL of the time I didn't listen. I had a black eye for two or three weeks from the scope on the 270. Looked tough as nails though! Some things that we think we know we really don't know, and other things that we think we can do were powerless over. What stuck out to me is the first part of this verse. 8a "No man has power to retain the spirit," There own spirit that is. Just like I didn't have control of that gun I don't have control over my own spirit. It belongs to someone else. It's there properity. Yes! I can try to handle it like I handeled the gun, but handeling something your not meant to will often leave you batttered and bruised. Father. I commit my spirit into your hands. A beautiful thing. It's his properity. When I give him what is his, and take my hands off of it he in return teaches and matures me to a point of understanding how I can properly handle what he has given me. I eventually could shoot a 270 without blackening my eye. I was mature enough to handle it. Strong enough to hold it properly. Every man has a spirit that has been placed inside of them. Not one of us has control over when it will be taken from us, but growth and maturity teaches us how to handle our own spirit properly.