The Light

Zoomed into the canvas the son lingers on the personal expression of His masterpiece. He spoke it into existence, wove it together with His mighty hands, delicately placed it into position upon the Earth, calling all things perfectly to exist around it so it might reflect His beauty as it grows and flourishes. It is not by mistake nor coincidence that this living thing resides in the place that nourishes it best. That the light, temperature, rainfall, and seasons give way to its growth and beauty in a way it could not elsewhere on the planet is no accident. It has been placed here, now, in this way, under this light, in these temperatures in order that it might grow.

Am I too, made in God's image, further delicately placed here? Knit, formed, called, and found here and now that I might too be a reflection of His masterpiece. That the Son would linger on me, that His light would cast off my life onto the Earth around me.

Slowly panning outward we see that this perfectly placed green is not alone. He is accompanied by many others, too woven, placed, and called to do something specific for the world. To give oxygen and life to our planet. Without them all we would fail to survive. The light penetrates to the heart of this crowded place and allows all things to grow and flourish together. We are singularly important, created, named but none of us without the necessity of the others. When called to do His bidding we work together as one. We have the ability to give life and breath to those around us.

From God's expansive, stretching perspective the light casts down into the creation, exposing it's beauty, and drawing out life, breath, and awe. He says, "it's good".

Good

Good

Just a simple word and I want to live up to the expectation. I desire to be the leaf in the midst of the many, coming together, creating the Awe that God calls good. To bring forth life, reflect the Son, and be called Good. Just a single glance at this place and one cannot deny its incredibly complex design and its ultimate reflection of the Creator.

If I am placed here, now, amidst these others, called in this time, to His glory, to be called Good, and be a voice for the Son, causing others to say "awe" in His beauty....I surrender to the calling. I lay my life before Him that those who love Him would be the breath for those who do not. I am singularly important, designed special, but not without the need of those around me. Might we all give breath to the truth.

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