A Masterpiece in the Making
‘We only see the pieces to His plan ,but He sees the finished masterpiece.’ I haven’t thought about that much till now. Those are my words, but they don’t sound like them. I used them to comfort a friend in light of her grandfather’s death. I couldn't believe I was comforting anyone. I have been going through my mom having brain cancer, of all things. Remembering that God has a plan, but we don't see everything put together helps. But it still doesn't make much sense.
I guess it is like walking along a path or sailing across an ocean, the path will get rocky and the sea will get rough. You will feel like you are going to break, fall apart, turn into a heap on the ground that can't do a thing but watch their world fall apart. As you go on this path or sail this sea, people will be taken before you reach your destination. They will go on ahead and wait for you, it doesn't make it any better. You know they are in a better place, but it feels like you didn't do enough to keep them with you, or weren't paying attention when they were taken. The worst thing is seeing those that may not have been on the right path or boat, they may have been taken, but they didn't go ahead, they fell behind, so far behind that you know they aren't coming back. You fall to your knees and through tears, you cry out to God and ask him why he did it, why hadn't he let them have another chance before they fell behind. Or maybe you merely miss your fellow traveler. You want them back, but they are already where they were going, it still hurts.
Other times your fellow travelers receive a heavier load than you, but seeing their struggles you fall into a state of mourning and don't understand how God could let this happen. You feel sorry for them, some of them merely are drowned by their load and you have to pick them up and help them along. Other times they tell you it is worth it to have this load because they know it is a sacrifice to get to the final destination. They are the ones helping you up, and their strength surprises you when you feel so weak.
Sometimes you stumble and fall, you fall on that rocky path and can't look up. People around you are standing up for what they believe in, what you believe in. People call them to come on the easier path, travel the easier route. But your friends refuse. Upset ,those going the easier route angrily stone your friend or plunder and kill them. You feel weak for not standing up for your friend and worrying for your own safety rather than their life. Your knees are stabbed by the rocks under you, blood falls, but you don't care. The path is so hard. People die for this path and it doesn't make sense to you. But a hand is put on your shoulder and you helped up by a friend, you continue on even though it hurts.
You see, the world puts a tole on you and you don't think you can make it, then you remember theses words,' We only see the pieces to His plan, but He sees the finished masterpiece.' And you continue on, through the tears and pain, you see, God knows what he is doing, it is only a matter of times before you see it too.
Dedicated to my friend Brooke, the one who inspired me to tell everyone that this world is worse than it seems and the we are going to get to the end through God.
Running to God
Ever feel so broken that you can't seem to move? It fills you, the brokenness, and you can't escape it. Family and friends wouldn't understand, at least you think they wouldn't. You can't help but cry. Your pride keeps you from others and closes you off. You make yourself alone. It may be from divorce or death or life.
Run to God. It doesn't seem normal, well, it isn't, but it is the best solution. Even if it seems God isn't there.
Run to God. It doesn't seem normal, well, it isn't, but it is the best solution. Even if it seems God isn't there.
Who you really are, not what people say you are.
"You can't do anything" "What a failure." "Oh, put that back on! It hides...that."
I don't know abdout you, but when I hear things like this, my heart breaks and anger burns. Then I try to say something worse, but they always have a 'better' comeback. I start seeing myself the way they do. I become bitter or I worry about everything they said was wrong with me. Why? Why do I care? Because I want people to like me. And when they don't I run to figure out how to make them like me. But I need to stop that. I need to care about what God thinks of me, not others think of me. But it is hard... Oh well, I will just need to ask God for help then. So be who you really are, not what people say you are.
I don't know abdout you, but when I hear things like this, my heart breaks and anger burns. Then I try to say something worse, but they always have a 'better' comeback. I start seeing myself the way they do. I become bitter or I worry about everything they said was wrong with me. Why? Why do I care? Because I want people to like me. And when they don't I run to figure out how to make them like me. But I need to stop that. I need to care about what God thinks of me, not others think of me. But it is hard... Oh well, I will just need to ask God for help then. So be who you really are, not what people say you are.