Not in the way that bruises knees and pride but in the way a mama bird nudges her lovies out of the nest. She knows they're capable of doing so much more, that they only need a little encouragement. Mama knows they'll soon find out she wasn't being mean after all, that she just wanted them to experience Great Things, Wide Open Spaces...and what they were designed to do.
It slays me to know I'm created in the image of God; I can barely think on it. I don't think it's even possible to comprehend fully all it means.
If we're called to be imitators of Christ, to look like the One whose image we bear, what does that mean? What are the first qualities that come to your mind? To love lavishly and without condition? To forgive freely even when you've been wronged? To serve sacrificially and to consider others' preferences above your own?
“If I have a hope, it’s that God sat
over the dark nothing and wrote you and me, specifically, into the
story, and put us in with the sunset and the rainstorm as though to
say, Enjoy your place in my story. The beauty of it means you matter, and you can create within it even as I have created you.”
~ Don Miller, A Million Miles in a Thousand Years, pp. 59
There's another attribute of God I'd like us to consider together, the place I'd like to swift-kick you into action.
Your potential to c r e a t e beauty....
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