Today is my birthday, my 44th. This is often one of the roughest times of year for me, but this year has been better. Over the past several years, this day has become more and more something I celebrate and less and less a day I dread. I have found a life worth living, and a life worth living is worth celebrating.
Forty-five years ago, God weaved together the genetic code that would become me and made someone that is just like every other human He has made and at the same time is as unique as a snow flake. He put together a wonderful plan and dream for what this group of cells could be, could do and how wonderful the relationship would be between the two of us. By worshiping at the altar of my own will and serving King Self, I damaged those wonderful possibilities. But God is a powerful and creative Artist. No matter what mess I made, He adapted His plans. He remained ready and waited for relationship and to turn my mess into His masterpiece.
The same is true for you. You truly are fearfully and wonderfully made by an Artist who has always been able to see a masterpiece in you, even when all you can see is a mess. If you give Him the mess, you can watch the transformation, and enjoy as life takes on purpose, peace and joy. We can celebrate our birthdays, and every day, and no longer curse the dawn or the day of our birth, as the beauty of what our lives can be is revealed. It's the easiest thing you'll ever do, because He does all the work. It's the hardest thing you'll ever do, because it requires us to surrender our clay to the molding of the potter. But only through death to self is there joy in life.
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