A Word From God

When your world seems like it's falling apart,
I'm still here.
Even when you turn from me, even when you run from me,
I'm still here.
When you’re beaten down just turn around and you will find me,
I'm still here.
When you’re lonely, when you’re afraid, when you’re confused, when you've lost your way,
I'm still here.
Watching over you, protecting you. If you look for me you will find me,
I'm still here.
I'm that tug you feel in your heart, the gentle whisper in your ear.
Forever  pursuing, forever loving, forever drawing you near.
I’m still here.

The Robe

What do you see when you look in the mirror?  I know what I see and I don’t know if I have enough time to write it all down.  Because my mirror experience is like no other.  I mean, what I see I hope no one else sees.  I see every imperfection, that extra wrinkle, a blemish, and, oh my gosh, a gray hair in my eyebrows of all places!  And why am getting a mustache?  Is this a practical joke from God?  I can see right now I’m not going to grow old gracefully!  But have no fear, Maybelline is here!  I can cover up all of those imperfections with hair color and makeup.  But I can’t hide everything.  I can’t hide my heart from God.  It’s funny how God can see all of my imperfections and still love me.

What I know about the robe of righteousness is it’s a gift; and there can only be one giver… and that’s Jesus.  It’s free; it’s for anyone.  It’s meant to cover you and protect you.  It covers you with compassion, acceptance, and love for who you are and where you are in life.

It becomes part of you.  It walks this life with you.  It’s special, so therefore those who wear it are special.  I’m not sure this robe ever gets a wrinkle or a stain on it.  It’s an invisible protection that only God sees.  It’s a relationship with God based on nothing we bring to the table.  We just get to show up for the feast wearing our robe that Christ made just for us.  And all those wearing this robe are called Sons and Daughters of the Most High. Praise God I’m not naked.  I got me a robe!

Isaiah 61:10

The Canvas

I love to paint.  I love mixing colors and coming up with something that I can share with others to make them smile.  It’s relaxing to me.  It’s a stress releaser.  To know that if I mess up I can paint over it and start all over.  I don’t have to throw out the canvas.  It can be used again.  It’s not ruined.

And this kinda got me to thinking about my life; my walk with God.  I am the canvas.  I can be used again and so can you.

Our walk in life may not have started as we had intended.  The road we decided to take was not the one we really wanted to be on.  Or we started out right with God and just took the wrong road.  Whatever it may be.

You start out in life with a clean canvas (like a new born baby).  As you grow you begin to add colors to your canvas.  Maybe you paint your life with bright, vibrant colors.  Maybe you use more pastel colors.  Or maybe your canvas is full of dark, stormy colors. Usually in life we get to choose what colors we use.  Sometimes we don't.  But we do get to choose if we are going to keep those colors.

Remember this, you started out life with a white canvas and you can have that again.  And you can have the greatest painter of all times as your teacher; adding new colors.  And when your painting is finished He puts the brush down and says it is good!



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