An exercise to break a block or form a habit or maybe just to lay Beauty down on paper, to see the Artist paint a picture on the canvas of my life.
Just an exercise to write from the Word ~ it may be good for the soul.
Ephesians 2:10 ~ "For we are His workmanship, created in Christ Jesus for good works, which God prepared beforehand that we should walk in the them."
I am His workmanship ~ He crafted me and then He grafted me for His good works.
I am a creature created in Christ Jesus for anyone who is in Christ is a new creature (2 Corinthians 5:17) ~ I am a new creature, crafted and grafted for only His good works. A new creation created for a purpose ~ His purpose.
A creation is not created for the creature, it is created for the Creator. My hand that grips the pen that scribbles lines that form words that work language is created to show forth His good works. This body, His temple, was not crafted and then grafted into the Vine to satisfy this flesh but to glorify Christ.
These things, these good works, were prepared before - before the body was crafted and the spirit was graciously grafted - before time began, think of that! Before the first second tick-tocked its way through the corridors of space and time, before time even knew to begin, He thought of me and He set out good things, good works for me to walk in. Before time began, He thought of me and you . . .
That I should walk in them . . . I feel my foot fall settle into the steps He has laid down before me. My feet slip small into the cosmic print of my Father, for He has walked before me and these good works ~ He planned them before the first tick of the great clock that counts out the very second till His return ~ well, I am to fall in step with them, with Him.
This weary Mama finds much rest, much peace in the steps He has laid before me, good works for His purpose ~ that, I can walk out.
Nine little souls traipse heavy behind me, they too are scrambling to lay foot into His mighty print on their lives. I watch them and I pray, pray that the Lord will bless them and keep them (Numbers 6:24) and that their young feet hit His paths of righteousness every time (Psalm 23:3).
So, the exercise of Words hitting the paper is to the spirit as feet hitting the pavement in to the body ~ strength found in the flow, strength found in the continual telling of the Word.
Lord, let me not grow weary in doing good.
Lord, let me not grow weary of running a race of your good works that You graciously crafted and grafted me to do for Your great glory.
And so . . .
Yes, that is right, we race on in the mighty footfalls He laid before the first tick and until that glorious last tock.
Just an exercise to write from the Word ~ it may be good for the soul.
Ephesians 2:10 ~ "For we are His workmanship, created in Christ Jesus for good works, which God prepared beforehand that we should walk in the them."
I am His workmanship ~ He crafted me and then He grafted me for His good works.
I am a creature created in Christ Jesus for anyone who is in Christ is a new creature (2 Corinthians 5:17) ~ I am a new creature, crafted and grafted for only His good works. A new creation created for a purpose ~ His purpose.
A creation is not created for the creature, it is created for the Creator. My hand that grips the pen that scribbles lines that form words that work language is created to show forth His good works. This body, His temple, was not crafted and then grafted into the Vine to satisfy this flesh but to glorify Christ.
These things, these good works, were prepared before - before the body was crafted and the spirit was graciously grafted - before time began, think of that! Before the first second tick-tocked its way through the corridors of space and time, before time even knew to begin, He thought of me and He set out good things, good works for me to walk in. Before time began, He thought of me and you . . .
That I should walk in them . . . I feel my foot fall settle into the steps He has laid down before me. My feet slip small into the cosmic print of my Father, for He has walked before me and these good works ~ He planned them before the first tick of the great clock that counts out the very second till His return ~ well, I am to fall in step with them, with Him.
This weary Mama finds much rest, much peace in the steps He has laid before me, good works for His purpose ~ that, I can walk out.
Nine little souls traipse heavy behind me, they too are scrambling to lay foot into His mighty print on their lives. I watch them and I pray, pray that the Lord will bless them and keep them (Numbers 6:24) and that their young feet hit His paths of righteousness every time (Psalm 23:3).
So, the exercise of Words hitting the paper is to the spirit as feet hitting the pavement in to the body ~ strength found in the flow, strength found in the continual telling of the Word.
Lord, let me not grow weary in doing good.
Lord, let me not grow weary of running a race of your good works that You graciously crafted and grafted me to do for Your great glory.
And so . . .
Yes, that is right, we race on in the mighty footfalls He laid before the first tick and until that glorious last tock.
No comments:
Post a Comment