God's Redeeming Love

God's Redeeming Love

by Patricia Tiffany Morris

Have you ever pondered the reason or purpose God had for creating you the way He did? Just like most of us, we despise or try to hide one or two traits. Whether personality or physical traits, an emotional response or a quirk we can’t overcome, the commonality of gratitude—or lack thereof—tempts to overwhelm us.

I’d like to share a piece I wrote last fall as I stared into the screen of an empty Zoom room. Preparing for virtual meetings, deciding how comfortable I would feel with the camera and how much background to show, wondering if I should turn off my camera, all contributed to a life long impression.

I was plain.

But what about God’s design? Was I a mistake? What happened?

I knew the answer.

And I searched for all the positive, uplifting reasons I was the way I was.

Some things I couldn’t change.

Some, I could.

I would focus on gratitude and improving the traits and straightening the quirks. At least the quirks I could fix.

The balance of my quirky, nerdiness—well, at nearly 60 years old, I had better come to terms with the me that God designed and shake off the jitters and fears, no matter what opinion I held of myself.

Time to shine.

Time to shine for Jesus through the perceived or actual flaws.

It’s all we can manage in this imperfect world.

So, shed your what-ifs and if-onlys and find your safe place to shine for Jesus as you embrace God’s redeeming love.

God’s Redeeming Love

God's Redeeming Love

All my adult life—

scratch that—

All my life

my pencil scribbled my dreams—

my failures.

My what-ifs

and if-onlys and—

Stop.

My pencil doesn’t always obey.

 

All my life I’ve longed for 

the kind of face

that people find beautiful—

radiant—

stunning.

God’s pencil had other plans.

 

Vanity never found me.

Pride in my appearance?

Not a problem—

not me.

Scribbles and scratching of worn 

and ripped years—

torn experiences—

tired stories.

Oh, so tired.

 

My pencil scoots across the page

in black and gray lines of a self-portrait—

aging and marked 

with regrets—

with sorrow—

yet whole.

Not yet finished—

but whole—complete.

A working piece of art.

 

I can’t erase the gray

or line-carved crevices of time—

in my skin—

on my face.

But beauty lies 

within the eyes.

God’s redeeming love

that frames my photograph today—

shines—in the sketches 

of a life—

a love—

a joy that covers the plainness

and radiates

new life.

 

And if others can see Jesus

instead of me—

the beauty I sought in my youth—

not in vain.

The glory of His truth

redeems 

even the plainest life

and makes us His work of art—

by His

redeeming love.


written by Patricia Tiffany Morris

Revised 5/24/21.

First Published at Word Weavers International Blog on 3/12/21.

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