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Life- A Poem

"For we are His workmanship, Created in Christ Jesus for good works, which God prepared in advance for us to do." - Ephesians 2:10
What you're about to read I heard many moons ago. It's been on my mind for a long time. I remember sharing this last during a period where I wasn't myself and I'd used it with good intentions but as a means to get to a self-destructive end. Reading it again, I see that the words are true, but living it out...that's something else altogether.

Workmanship: a creation, a work of art, a masterpiece.

Much like poetry. A poem can be seen and presented as thoughts, lyrics or deep expression. I remember back when I was a bit younger. I went through a stage where I loved poetry, I used it to expand my vocabulary, broaden my way of thinking and change my form of expression. In time I wrote my own, I'm sorry to say I haven't a clue of where they are, and I don't remember any of them., so I can't share them at this point in time.

A poet will think about every word, every sentence, every line and every paragraph on the page before writing too much, it has to be perfect.

I remember the truth of this as I wrote my own, in my mind I knew what the topic was, what I wanted to get across; I remember jotting little bits a pieces down at a time, over days if not months, I'd write something one day, come back in a few weeks and have a completely different perspective on it.

Poets of old in particular (computers make things so much easier these days), if so much as a misplaced comma, a full stop a capital letter, a misspelled word or inconsistent sentence; the poet would rip up the page and start again. And the poet would do that over, and over and over because it had to be perfect.

Many would agree that it's not that far of stretch to see that God is like a master artist, who has in mind a beautiful picture of our lives, He is committed to perfecting it, He wants to create a masterpiece. I believe God wants to perfect our lives in Christ Jesus and through the Holy Spirit shape us, mold us into the image of His Son.

"The Lord will perfect that which concerns me; Your mercy O Lord endures forever; do not forsake the works of Your hands." - Psalms 138:8

"I will praise You for I am fearfully and wonderfully made, marvelous are your works. and that my soul knows very well." - Psalms 139:14

Something I saw in my life, when I first cam across this was, God's the poet, God's writing the story, He knows the plans He has for my life (plans to prosper and not harm, of future and hope). What I noticed in my life was that I kept taking the pen off God, I kept trying to write my own story; God allowed me to become a prodigal son, God allowed me to make a myriad mistakes, there were times when the pen would run out of ink, and i was in tight spots, I broke, I literally hit rock bottom,; then He humbled me, God, my loving Father brought me back to reality.
I think the greatest thing is that, despite all my failings, all my imperfections, all the times I've let God down, all the times I've turned my back, He's always been there Just the same, He cannot love me more, and will never love me any less, this I know for sure.

Coz my God is an awesome God.

a little secret

honestly, i was really planning on blogging today, however, my father and I crashed into someone very meaningful to me today and i wanted to write about it, coz it sparked a memory that i really should never forget. and i want to share it.

(for privacy reasons il just mention her first name) Betty. we were at the post office earlier today, my dad was talking to me about the house and what was set in motion should he pass.

and so we just caught up, before she left, she managed to pull me aside and whisper that she "never forgets me" and that "it's our secret".

about 11 maybe 12 years ago there was this church outing to bacchus marsh, the name used to freak the heck out of me, the thought of that place would really torment me for years, till i went back.

it was a baptismal outing (people were going to be baptised, good on em) i can't remember who the people were.. next to this lake there was like a deep pit, i really dont know how else to explain it, and it had the downstream of water and it had like a very small waterfall or water flow, whaterver. and myself and a friend that i was with at the time, Danny G. same age as me, we were playing in this water pit, as most of the kids were, coz like the first meter of land was fairly shallow then it just drops.

anyways, we were playing and we someho ended up with a log in the middle, and we started sinking, we were getting tired and it became a struggle to stay afloat, and the whole survival of the fitest thing started to kick in, we lost the log somehow and began pushing each other down for what would seem like hours at a time (all of this in less than a minute), and Betty saw us, and immediately, she put her kid down, i think he wa sa toddler or somethin, i remember his name was James, and she just dived in, grabbed both of us and gave us a towel each. and nobody else saw. no one else heard us scream, no one else was watching.

i don't remember what happened to Danny after that. i went to the car and i stayed there in shock, till we left the place. i saw her again a few years ago, and was thrilled to see me, alive.

i remember that occassion so vivdly, and i remember thanking God so much for her, the times when i'd see her at church i remember thinking- what if she's like an angel, disguised as a human, for my sake. (irrational, but then i was a kid so it made sense.)

i remeber the pushes back and forth, i remember the lack of breath, i remember the how helpless i felt under the water, i remember what the sun looked like from under the water. i remember choking, and i remember seeing her jump in.

i told this memory to my dad today, i really can't describe the look he had on his face.

once again, a reminder- 'querido'.

-- David E. Ceballos.