Chels in Progress

{one} electric blankets. {two} two days in a row off of work. {three} picking up my DSLR again. {four} roommate bonding. {five} personal growth. {six} the smell of new boots, still lingering. {seven} the encouragement endeavor. {eight} being in community with other single twentysomethings who love the Lord. {nine} cheese + grapes combo. I can't even explain its perfection. {ten} breaking free study by beth moore, and the weekly discussion dates with my sis. ♥

Does this sound like a big feat?  Well, it is. Yesterday, my heart broke and I felt overwhelmed in grief for my mom.  She has been fighting MS for over 25 years, and watching it slowly take more from her is painful to watch.  Not only is she physically dwindling, but more so, her spirit is suffering.  I finally hit a wall, and I started bawling. So I sat with God and told Him how I felt.  I remembered that it was okay to dish it out.  He's big enough and strong enough to shoulder our grief, and more importantly, He cares about us.  So I laid it out there.  And then I slept on it. This morning, I wasn't sure what to think or feel.  I was all cried out, my eyes still puffy, and I just had to push through to get to work.  And then something happened.  I began to realize that I believed that God could intervene.  That God was truly there.  That He had me , as the Holy Spirit has been whispering into my ear all week.   I have you.   I have you.  I realized that I wanted t

"For 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) Masterpiece . The Greek word there is poema . A work of art. Work was crazy today.  Frustrated and wiped out, I walked out of the store on my lunch break and saw this: And I stood and stared for a minute, lost in thought. God painted this sky . He chose to make it do that. And it's amazing . But yet, this is not what He calls His masterpiece. He chooses to call us , little us, selfish , spiteful , broken us, His poema . His work of art. His masterpiece, His workmanship. I almost started crying in disbelief. Because the sky never hurt God. I, in my flesh, have. And yet, He loves me more. And my heart was filled with joy.

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