I’ve been sitting on an idea for a little while. A post I wanted to write just not sure how I wanted to write it. I normally only wrote when I can’t get something out of my head, like this but most of the time the words just flow like they are written by someone else and I am just taking them down. With this one it seems to be a little different. The words are still there I can hear and see them all but with this one it seems as though they will never stop, like they are infinite.
As the thoughts pop in my head I try to push them out, try to forget them. Not because I didn’t want to write but because I didn’t understand the thoughts. They were coming so frequently and there seemed to be so many that I wouldn’t be able to condense them into one post.
The main theme, what I keep seeing is “I’m not done with you yet.” For me that is great news. Like the old adage goes “I’m certainly not where I want to be, but I’m glad I’m not where I was”. That is how I feel most of the time. I am most certainly not where I want to be but I know that God has kept me safe and removed me from where I was.
So now i need to figure out how to get where I’m supposed to be. I try to live right, I help people as much as I can, I tell people about God and how Jesus died for them, and most importantly I love people because that’s what we are told to do. I believe I haven’t gotten where I’m supposed to be because of fear. I am scared to give up all control to God and let him order my steps. I still want to decide what Brad wants to do and what is best for me. I open my heart for a cup full of blessing and the lord has over run my cup but that’s where it stops. What if I opened my everything for blessings. What if I gave him my whole world would he not over run my entire world with blessings?
God is working on each of us, he is the greatest artist of all time he is looking to create a masterpiece out of everyone of us. The problem is if we don’t open up our lives and hearts and accept him in we will never be complete.
We can never be a masterpiece if we never hold within us a piece of the Master.
I love you