Polished

Polished Stones

Isaiah 49:2 "He made me into a polished arrow." 

This verse actually made me think about polished stones.  

When I think about how God polishes our faith, I'll admit that I have some rough edges.  

I keep them hidden but know that God is still working on some of the corners of my heart.  

There's a process of bringing beauty from stones.  

First a stone is cleaned and debris is removed.

Next grit sandpaper removes the imperfections and smooths.

The stone is dipped in water and grit sandpaper shapes.

The dip and sandpaper method is used until the designer approves of the result.

Repeat and repeat and repeat.

When done, the stone is polished with a cloth.

God knows how we fit in this life.  He knows our niche, He made it just for us.  

We must trust Him to shape, sand and polish as He sees fit.  

A polished stone has to endure much tumbling before beauty is seen.
It's the refining process that perfects us.  

Trust God to bring His work into completion.  

Being the Illustration on God's Whiteboard

Perhaps I have made this look too easy.


Most days it's not.  Some of my current drafts will never make the cut.  There are days when I still want to guard my words around you.  Needless to say, I am a work in progress.  


Please know this...that God has really been re-purposing my heart in His  white board space.  I have left my need for your approval back on some fence post months ago.  This is now a place where I can breath a little.  


I won't write all my thoughts to you. 
Only what God puts on my heart.  
God's whiteboard is very full of illustrations, and I still have some work to do.  
Some projects will be for "His eyes only" as they reveal my ugly underbelly.  God can handle my honesty though.  


There are times I get bogged down in my own imperfections in communicating.  I am my own worst critic.  That is a tender place where God is healing me.  I am a mess, with straight up crazy thoughts that sometimes make sense and sometimes don't.  I muddle through them best I know how but feel like I am making small progress.  My heart and mind stir constantly.  

Ps. 1:2-3 But his delight is in the law of the Lord, and on his law he meditates day and night.  He is like a tree planted by streams of water, which yields its fruit in season and whose leaf does not wither. Whatever he does prospers.

When is my best work done?  When I spend time with the One who inspires.  

His best work is done in me when I love Him most. 

God, ignite your dreams in me, fan the flame.  

Can you give God five minutes today?