I have purchased some very nice fabrics and have taken time to cut squares and triangles out of them to sew together to make a quilt. I have cleaned out my attic and gathered items that I no longer need or use and grouped them in a pile to take to Goodwill. I have broken concrete slabs piled in my backyard that the previous owners used as garden borders and landscape definitions.
The commonality of my fabric pieces, the items for Goodwill, and the broken concrete slabs are that they are all projects I started and have not finished yet. I have an idea of when I will finish them, but it will take time and I am okay with that as I know the end result will be a beautiful unique quilt, others may enjoy my used items and the yard will be landscaped to attract birds and butterflies and be pleasant to the senses.
We are no different than the unfinished projects we have in our lives. You may have read the phrase “God is not finished with me yet”. It is true, we are a work in progress. When you feel deflated and lack energy, remember that God is still at work molding you. When you feel broken down by illness, remember that God is working to heal you. When your relationships with others feel strained and like they are a lot of work, remember that God is at work in each of us. He knits us together individually as well as together. Ease back on your frustrations and take note of the newness that is going on in your life.
God is not finished with us yet and there will be a glorious day when He is. We will see Him face-to-face in Heaven. We will see that we are wonderfully made in His image.
Philippians 2:13 NIV
For it is God who works in you to will and to act in order to fulfill His good purpose.
The Letter of Recommendation. Have you ever asked someone to write one for you before you left a position or a company? Have you ever been asked to write one for for a colleague?
Years ago, I asked some executives in upper management roles if they would be willing to write a Letter of Recommendation for me. They all said yes, but only one came through. At the end of the letter was written, “…if nothing else, Kris is good for a laugh.” Wow! I know I have a playful side and can goof around, but this does not sound professional. In my opinion this document was rendered useless.
Since we are not of this world, I asked Jesus if he was willing to write a Letter of Recommendation for me. He obliged and what I found interesting was He dated it way before I was born. What he wrote makes me smile everytime. My favorite line, “Kristine is someone I would die for.”
Romans 12:2 (NIV)
Do not conform to the pattern of this world, but be transformed by the renewing of your mind. Then you will be able to test and approve what God’s will is—his good, pleasing and perfect will.
I have had it up to here (picture me with my right hand flat, palm down looking like I am going to saw my neck off) with all this snow this winter. I have been looking at it as a burden having to layer clothes, shovel and snow blow, scrape car windows, and maneuver through narrow car-parked streets freckled with potholes. I fret over the ice buildup on the roof that when the sun shines, it melts into my house rather than outside where it belongs.
And then, I went for a walk this evening.
I donned my snow pants, tall Patagonia boots, wool gloves inside my husband’s gloves, my long down-filled jacket with hood, and a ski mask exposing my eyes, nose and mouth. Every time I pulled the ski mask up over my nose, my glasses would steam. The snow that fell wasn’t the big flakes that make up a Christmas scene; they were ice pellets hitting my face.
Each snowy step sounded as if I were rubbing two pieces of Styrofoam together in a rhythmic fashion breaking into the silence of the winter evening. I passed a tree in a neighbor’s yard and I stopped and turned as if it called out to me. Its darkened bark and barren branches were beautifully outlined by the snowy background. I was reminded that it is barren for a season. Soon life will sprout forth and it will be a shelter for birds and squirrels as well as shade from the sun.
I sat in a snow bank and observed winter. I gave it my full attention and I take back what I said at the beginning about “having it up to here”. From where I was seated, I saw in the light that those weren’t ice pellets; they were diamonds falling from the sky. They glistened all around me and I felt like a celebrity and all the sparkles were paparazzi taking pictures of me.
During this time, I was reminded of all the fun I had as a kid playing in the snow with my friends. We built snow forts as temporary housing, sledded down hills that made us scream and played that dangerous game of crack-the-whip at the local ice rink. We used to play “King of the Mountain” on the tallest snow bank we could find. Oh, what great memories.
If you have had it up to here (picture me with my right hand flat, palm down looking like I am going to saw my neck off) with all this snow this winter, go take a walk and embrace the beauty.
Psalm 131:1-3 (NIV) A song of ascents. Of David.
1 My heart is not proud, Lord,
my eyes are not haughty;
I do not concern myself with great matters
or things too wonderful for me.
2 But I have calmed and quieted myself,
I am like a weaned child with its mother;
like a weaned child I am content.
3 Israel, put your hope in the Lord
both now and forevermore.