I can't tell you how often I feel anything but held together. I can tell you when I do though. It is when I sit with Jesus. When I take all the compartments of my life and put them in the gaze of Christ. When nothing makes sense things make sense there. They feel pieced together by the hands of God to form a picture of grace, love, and acceptance. At times the picture formed is revealing of the heart. Insecurities, hurts, and fears surface that make sense of behaviors in my life. As the pictures form, God can then take them apart to form a new story a picture in the form of a cross. A picture that allows me to leave realizing, "it is finished." No longer do I have to live there. No longer in the hurt. No longer in the fear. I can live in the grace. Hope you can too.
Wednesday, November 12, 2008
Held Together
In the first chapter of Colossians, Paul speaks of Jesus as the one who holds all things together. Ever felt anything but held together? The heart seems to be going one way while the family another, and work even another. Wonder what Paul means by holding us together? Could he be speaking only about the world around us or are we included?
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