I am not an accident. God created me on purpose and with purpose. That is easy to remember when I am reflecting on dreams and calling. It is not so easy to remember when things don't seem to work the way I think they are supposed to.
Like when I am told at the age of 28 that I have a life threatening heart condition that requires near immediate surgical intervention. Or when I swing a golf club wanting one result and getting another. Or when I step on the scale...
There are definitely moments when I have trouble not looking to heaven and pointing out to God that He made more than a few mistakes when he created me.
But I was created on purpose. I wasn't just made, I was designed —just the way I am. For some reason I feel like we have all been made like piggy banks with out a stopper. God puts his love, grace, mercy, joy, and peace inside us and we walk around spilling it out everywhere we go.
To us it feels like we are falling apart. To God it looks like fulfilling his purpose to carry love into every corner of the world.
So the next time something reminds me of my imperfection, perhaps I should remember that I am broken by design and with purpose. These moments are my opportunity to share all God has done for me. And one day, I am promised perfection. One day I will be broken no more.
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