Poema

poetry

Pen meets paper with strokes of imagination inspired from the artist’s eye. As ink dries it paints the picture from the poet’s mind. He meditates on the perfect words, contemplates on the similes and metaphors, and intricately dedicates time to every jot and tittle. An endless pursuit of his greatest masterpiece yet, still he appreciates his older works for it is the compilation that has built him up to where he is now. And though he works in the now, he has hope that there are greater works yet to be done once this is accomplished. And so he continues to write with painstaking detail and love.

“We are God’s masterpiece. He has created us anew in Christ Jesus, so we can do the good things he planned for us long ago.” (Ephesians 2:10 NLT)

We are God’s, and we are His Masterpiece. In awe already? I know I am. And it gets even better! The Greek word for masterpiece used here is “poema” – which we would translate into “poem.” We are God’s poem. Moments in our lives are his lyrics; days are stanzas that the master writer is composing. God doesn’t make mistakes. God made you to be exactly who He wanted you to be – gifts, talents, dreams, experiences and all. And through the good and the bad He is shaping us into the image of His Son.

We are valuable because God created us. We have worth because Jesus died for us. And we are precious because God has put the Holy Spirit in our hearts and the Kingdom of God in our hands.

And so the Grand Creator continues to create.

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Recapturing Day One

bike

It was a crisp warm summer day in an afternoon that would be forever burnt into my memory. I was a little boy with my father and he was teaching me how to ride a bike. I had training wheels on, of course, and he thought I was finally getting the hang of it. We had been at it all day and the time had finally come. He pulled out some tools and detached the safety device. Now I was on my own. I remember not being able to balance at first but soon I was flying! (Picture E.T. video cover – at least that’s how I felt) I eventually learned how to ride and it became second nature. Not without my fair share of crashes and accidents though.

So many things in life are like that: new, scary, thrilling, uncertain, dangerous, exhilarating. But once we “master” them we can lose that first love we once had. Learning guitar was a similar experience of trial and error and finally learning something just to see a new hill to climb.

Recently, I was driving to lead worship for a service and I had all these thoughts. It occurred to me that God had been preparing me all my life to do the things He’s called me to do (Ephesians 2:10). What a profound thought. I was amazed at how easy it was to forget the time the Father had been training me. That there was a destination and a goal. My whole mindset changed as if this was the first day I had ever lead worship. And though the songs were familiar and I had played the chords many times, I found a new joy and passion in the small things I do that God considers great. I found assurance and confidence not in myself or anything I possessed but in God’s plan (Romans 8:28-29).

You were created with a purpose, goal and destination. It’s awesome to stop and feel the hand of the Father on your back as He removes the safety wheels and propels you into a great unknown future.