I sat down at my desk tonight to create:to worship God by putting pencil to paper and experiencing wholly what resulted from it. Nothing lovely or intricate came from the tip of my pencil, but an overwhelming sense of the importance of creativity flooded me. God created me. He knit me together as a piece of art that serves one function: bringing pleasure and glory to Him. I fulfill that purpose perfectly. That is ludicrous right? In view of my outrageous sin and utter inability to think of anyone except myself, despite fervent effort, the idea that I fulfill my purpose of pleasing God perfectly is ridiculous. Here is the rub though. When God looks at me, He doesn't see my sin or my selfishness. He sees His perfect son who was the unblemished sacrifice. He sees His own glory presented before Him in my place. He loves me where I am because He created me, and He loves me where I will one day be because then I will stand before Him, absolutely righteous and empty of sin.
It still drops me to my knees to realize that HE LOVES ME.
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