#character shaping

[aglimpseofhim]

Play A Part

Play a part, play a part In this grand thing that I am weaving.

Why me, Lord?   Why does it have to be me? You can use others, but why do You have to choose me?

Why not? What is it that you refuse about? I can choose others.  But I have chosen you. I have prepared you for this, and I am preparing you for what is to come.

Heavy is the heart, and the soul refuses to. Yet obedience is what You require of me. With head bowed down, I am following You.

Now, my child.  Don’t think of it as a test. Yes, you will go through shedding…picking… and battening.   But those are part into making something very beautiful.

Just trust Me. I know what’s inside your heart. I have seen that before, but I want you to lay it down. Play a part. Play a part. And soon you will see  that it was all worth it.

Thy will be done Lord,  Thy will be done. 

- S.L.H. 

“God the Grand Weaver seeks those with tender hearts so that he can put his imprint on them. Your hurts and your disappointments are part of that design, to shape your heart and the way you feel about reality. The hurts you live through will always shape you. There is no other way.”   

“how much more grand is the work of our Heavenly Father as he pulls together all the varied strands of life to reveal his grand design?”   

“But the greatest dream of all is to know God and to know what he has intended for your life.”    - Dr. Ravi Zacharias

[aweaverofstars]

It was a withered look,

like a flower left too long in a vase. Her smile sat faint on her lips, half sliding off beneath tired eyes. This was normal for her to seem a bit used up. Her mind always took the life right out of her. The blueberry darkness beneath her eyes glistened with slow evaporating moisture, the kiss of recent sorrow sealing the envelope she cased herself inside. I could never comprehend how such a pretty being could grow so distant, like a ghost's reflection on old film. She had her days, when the light would spark behind those pale eyes. You could see a glow on her cheeks, the tops of them dusted with rose against the porcelain underneath. Those were the days I lived to see in my child, but they were growing fewer as she aged. I wondered if this was what it is like, to truly fail as a parent... To be utterly useless in the saving of your offspring. I stared at her now, her waning attention, her empty eyes prompting the same question I always asked when I saw her begin to fade - Where is she disappearing to in there? - Alexios, 1/23/14 ; Matters of the Heart