Today I was cleaning our bedroom and came across a notebook with this writing in it.
Without Him would I exist? That is the question from your lips. The answer to me comes simply!
NO, I would not exist. You gasp, as if, surprised, but still your curious. So you dig deeper a nd ask how it is I believe this? You patiently await my reply. I look you straight in the eyes and say, that is just it I choose to believe. I believe God created me. Maybe he created me in a whisper, that would explain my shy and quiet nature. Maybe he created me with a wave of his hand, like a conductor leading a band. That might explain the creativity I have. I think he began a painting, choosing the color of my skin, hair and eyes. He painted the length of my fingers and toes. He even chose my shape. He didn't forget my dimples and freckles. He also remembered to paint my heart. A heart that is tender and compassionate. A heart that beats just so. And a heart that loves and hurts like yours. He didn't forget a single detail. He painted me with precision and knowledge. He painted me in beauty. He created me with love. With every stroke of his brush he painted in characteristics that make up who I am. My breath is His breath. My eyes are his eyes. My body is His body. My voice is His voice. But most importantly my heart is His heart. I was made by my master's hand. Not evolved from an ape. May I never let Him down and when I do. I will rest in knowing He is a God of forgiveness. He will take up His brush again and wipe away my blemishes. May He smile down on me and think I did well by this child. That is why I believe God created me. There is a book I like to read where you can find all of this. The book is called the Bible and the first line reads.."In the beginning God created..."
1 comments:
Man Shasta--I never dreamed you were such a writer! You're awesome! That was a belles lettres (or whatever the correct term for one is !)
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