Mystery 

Pieces; not the whole.

That’s what my hands say.

That’s what your hands say.

We’re beautiful because we’re splinters of that beautiful beam; the one that said “King of the Jews”.

John puts it this way: “Through him alll things were made; without him nothing was made that has been made.”

So like the mystery of a child that grips tight to a mothers thumb, we’re through Him. Our flesh, our bones, our doubts, our hopes- they’re all through our Maker.

When He sat before time and thought your frame through He pressed you through Christ. The Son knew you before you could squeeze a thumb or scream to let the world know you’re alive.

Through.

And what man abandons that which passed through him? Only the evil men who fear the wrong things.

And our God is not evil. The Son, having known you and I before time, does not walk away. We’re the ones that go looking for freedom away from our Father. We’re the ones that know the word “wander”.

So wander we do.

And yet, all this time the One who we went through stands there ready for us to grip His thumb.

 

2 Comments Add yours

  1. Nyla says:

    Once again, thank you. I am so grateful that you are willing to be used of God. Your ministry is a powerful one.

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    1. Thank you Nyla! It’s good to know other people forget and need reminding too.

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