“For we are God’s masterpiece. He has created us anew in Christ Jesus, so we can do the good things he planned for us long ago.”
Ephesians 2:10 NLT
https://www.bible.com/116/eph.2.10.nlt
Three hours alone will make you wonder things... like whether your whole life will be a relationship life lesson or if you can get it over with in 40 years and spend the rest spreading joy. This week has been a shattering experience for me personally. Sounds dramatic but it’s just the simple truth. After ten years of trying to be a family with my siblings and trying to be a better human and trying to set healthy boundaries which make me a better human I was again reduced to being labeled with every sin I’ve ever committed with some humdinger bonus sins I have never considered logical or tempting. I am a very polarizing person so... I always tell myself things like I deserve it in the long run or I’m not very many peoples cup of tea, or sundry other things. But that’s not what God wanted to tell me. He wanted to tell me I’m made new and I’m a masterpiece... and I was made to do good things. And seriously I’m trying so hard to do good things. I’m literally confronting myself on an hourly basis here. But the past sins are a bit like a cacaphony of echoes that I can’t hear Him over sometimes.
I always wonder if I’m doing the good things, the particular ones I was made for. What masterpiece am I and where do I belong? Which good thing is He leaning His elbow on in a most suggestive way? As I stand in a sea of knee deep failures looking for the good thing, I’ve concluded what I knew all along. It’s my dear ones. And sometimes there’s a price. Sometimes you need to let go of toxic relationships so you can do the job right. Sometimes you need to care less about work or school so the dear ones can succeed. Sometimes you even need to sacrifice serving at church so you can make Sunday morning a peaceful ritual in a life of rat racing. It seems doing the good things that God made me for long long ago... can get get lost in the shuffle of doing the other things. And honestly, I’m far from an example to anyone but I’m celebrating whatever good I can think of when I look at my day because it’s something. Today I chose to speak respectfully to my son. I chose to hold my frustration with my child/navigator to a half rant. I took a special lunch to the one who had no parent on her field trip. I drove my little debaters to Congress and sat in the car for three hours hoping they loved every second. In the middle of many sad things in this season of life, I cannot forget the good things I was made to do which was planned long ago. Nor can I get away from the word masterpiece. To think that with all of my mistakes and imperfections, I’m created anew to be the masterpiece mother for my children and wife for my man.
Ephesians 2:10 NLT
https://www.bible.com/116/eph.2.10.nlt
Three hours alone will make you wonder things... like whether your whole life will be a relationship life lesson or if you can get it over with in 40 years and spend the rest spreading joy. This week has been a shattering experience for me personally. Sounds dramatic but it’s just the simple truth. After ten years of trying to be a family with my siblings and trying to be a better human and trying to set healthy boundaries which make me a better human I was again reduced to being labeled with every sin I’ve ever committed with some humdinger bonus sins I have never considered logical or tempting. I am a very polarizing person so... I always tell myself things like I deserve it in the long run or I’m not very many peoples cup of tea, or sundry other things. But that’s not what God wanted to tell me. He wanted to tell me I’m made new and I’m a masterpiece... and I was made to do good things. And seriously I’m trying so hard to do good things. I’m literally confronting myself on an hourly basis here. But the past sins are a bit like a cacaphony of echoes that I can’t hear Him over sometimes.
I always wonder if I’m doing the good things, the particular ones I was made for. What masterpiece am I and where do I belong? Which good thing is He leaning His elbow on in a most suggestive way? As I stand in a sea of knee deep failures looking for the good thing, I’ve concluded what I knew all along. It’s my dear ones. And sometimes there’s a price. Sometimes you need to let go of toxic relationships so you can do the job right. Sometimes you need to care less about work or school so the dear ones can succeed. Sometimes you even need to sacrifice serving at church so you can make Sunday morning a peaceful ritual in a life of rat racing. It seems doing the good things that God made me for long long ago... can get get lost in the shuffle of doing the other things. And honestly, I’m far from an example to anyone but I’m celebrating whatever good I can think of when I look at my day because it’s something. Today I chose to speak respectfully to my son. I chose to hold my frustration with my child/navigator to a half rant. I took a special lunch to the one who had no parent on her field trip. I drove my little debaters to Congress and sat in the car for three hours hoping they loved every second. In the middle of many sad things in this season of life, I cannot forget the good things I was made to do which was planned long ago. Nor can I get away from the word masterpiece. To think that with all of my mistakes and imperfections, I’m created anew to be the masterpiece mother for my children and wife for my man.
