Poem

For we are His workmanship, created in Christ Jesus to do good works which God prepared in advance for us to do. Ephesians 2:10

Went to a small, friendly Apostolic Church at the bottom of the hill in Burnie today and heard a very good message on the above scripture. The preacher said that the Greek word used in workmanship is poemia (the word we obtain poem from). He went on to say we are God's poem.

My Lord constantly surprises me with His good gifts. To know that I am a poem of His making is awesome. All that I go through He is weaving into a beautiful cloth, my life is His story.

My sister spins her Alpaca's wool and then weaves it into beautiful cloth. Each yarn comes from one of her Alpacas who all have names and individual characters. How much more is the tapestry the Lord is weaving of my life.

I have seen women sew special bedspreads with the history of their children's lives on them. Our God knows our character and how we will handle all that comes our way. All of it tells a story. Even when we fail He causes beauty to be born, we just have to recognise it.

Tomorrow I leave on the Spirit of Tasmania, back to Melbourne and then I will drive on back to Wodonga. I have treasures inside to take with me, called memories. This week I must apply myself to study as I have an exam next Monday. My time here will go before me. Thank You Lord, Amen!