I call my God Map Maker. Why, you ask? Because He make maps. He etches out pathways and roads, open fields and dense forests literally everywhere. Don’t believe me? Look around. If I look out my kitchen window I can see a few hills, one of the main roads through Hendersonville, 3 different schools, and a church. It all had to get there somehow. Next turn to the back of a Bible or any text book. What do you find? Maps. That’s the obvious stuff though. Now look at your life. There is a road with little you, who you are today, and who you see yourself becoming. There are dirt trails that have been plodded on time and time again to bond you with your closest friends. I believe that there is a Road to Damascus in all of us as well. Somehow He makes everything come together and make sense. So I call my God Map Maker because He makes maps.
I started writing this the other day along the same lines. What it really is, I’m not sure.
Pilgrims ask who planned my course
Map Maker did without remorse
He knows my troubles and He knows my flaws
Map Maker, though, He loves them all
He saw us hurt and He saw us fall
So Map Maker climbed upon the cross
What a man Map Maker is
Now pilgrims sing because He lives
I wrote this part of the post a little while ago and just hadn't posted it until today. The rest of this is new.
I am constantly amazed at the beauty that God has created. I could just stand and stare at the pure perfection in everything he has made. The way that his touch can turn something so wretched and disgusting into unsurpassed artistry totally baffles me. The man is crazy awesome.
I hope you are all having a wonderful day! I love you and Jesus does so much more!
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