Lord, i must admit—i've grown tired of connecting the dots. i'm grateful for so many yellow dots. and i cherish my one red. please—if You will, though—send me an orange dot. one that needs my orange dottiness, too—like i do. or am i not orangeable? and if so, what's wrong with me? is this how You made me? yellow by nature? or worse—not even a dot, period? but You made me in Your image. have i faded so much? Lord, i must admit—i've grown tired of connecting the dots. and while we are on the subject, i long for a little pink or blue dot or two, too.
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“See what kind of love the Father has given to us, that we should be called children of God; and so we are. The reason why the world does not know us is that it did not know him. Beloved, we are God's children now, and what we will be has not yet appeared; but we know that when he appears we shall be like him, because we shall see him as he is. And everyone who thus hopes in him purifies himself as he is pure.” I John 3:1-3
I love you.
1 Cor 2... even so the things of God knoweth no man. May the mystery of His will keep you searching for Him.
Georgia, can we discuss this on Saturday? If you want, that is.
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