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Length of Days - Search for Freedom

Monday, February 1, 2010


God had a dream and it was you. You sprang from his heart and were born on his breath. You breathe God each time you inhale. And, yet, you are still not satisfied.

“I’m too short, too tall, too fat, too anything.” It never ends. Once you have either changed or made peace with the part you believe is flawed, you obsess over another tiny speck of God who lives within you.

Next, you complain that God made a mistake when he placing you in the family into which you were born. Or, God didn’t give you the right talent to make you unique enough or rich enough or wise enough to make you better than others.

God had a dream and it was you. He loves you just the way you are . . . and too much to let you stay that way, as an old poster read.

And, I am part of that confusion. What he wants to prune, however, is not how we look or who we are or what we have. He wants to rid us of our selfishness, our anger, our ungratefulness, our inhospitality, our lack of generosity, our inability to love totally. That takes a lifetime. Even then, we still won’t be “done.” Only in those glimmering, fleeting sparks of light when Christ shines through us do we have a glimpse of the dream God had of each of us.

I am no physicist, but there is something in quantum physics that says if you drop your keys along the shore line, the essence of your keys will always remain in the water.

Christ walked through the portal of Heaven and, like the keys in the surf, his essence remains on the eye-reader at the entry. That portal stays open for each of us when the light of Christ is read in our eyes and we walk through the opening created by the Son of God. We, our humanness, have nothing to do with it. We don’t have to be perfect, just willing to be pruned and molded and living in the dream God had for us - to be a reflection of Him. Let us pray:

"Heavenly Father, you created each one of us from the perfection of your heart. Holy is your name and sanctified is your dream. May we embrace the vision you had of us when you laid the foundation of the world. Wrapped in your love, we will get a glimpse of Heaven. We do not have the words to thank you for your son, Jesus, who by his life and death and resurrection created the doorway to Heaven. When he lives in us, the eye-reader at the portal to Eternity recognizes the shepherd’s sheep by his light within us. Not to our glory be given, but to the glory of your own son, our savior and redeemer. Praise be your Holy name. Praise be your precious son. Amen”
Copyright 2010 Doris Gaines Rapp, Ph.D.
“God gives us stories that testify to His love. Let me tell you mine.”

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