The Creator and I

Psalm 39:4 – LORD, remind me how brief my time on earth will be. Remind me that my days are numbered--how fleeting my life is;

Psalm 139:16 – Teach us to number our days aright, that we may gain a heart of wisdom;

Hebrews 12:2 – Let us fix our eyes on Jesus, the Author and Perfecter of our faith…..

Rev. 22:13 – I am the Alpha and the Omega, the First and the Last, the Beginning and the End.

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Candle wax dripped, as a little flame flickered above the Old Book – the covers scarred by use and its pages, yellowed with age.

A gentle breeze filled the Throne room as the Alpha and the Omega - the First and the Last - kept at it again.

There He sat, writing word after word, each word a contribution to His next Masterpiece.

He knew how it was meant to unfurl – He, in His Wisdom, knew what would be best.

With stiff sore hands that would not stop - He persisted, line after line, page after page, chapter after chapter, causing a huge crowd to gather. The Creator was at it again. The Angels peered over His Shoulder, each one wondering how this story would unfurl, some secretly delighted at the parts they would get to play – each waiting to know the end. Sometimes, they would chuckle while other times, they would wipe their tears but still He pressed on because He knew that the ending would be good.

Some pages of this old parchment were splotched by His tears, while some of the others, with blood stains of forgiveness but each page was a creation of perfection in its entirety – no spelling mistakes, no accidental words – just pieces of perfection being put together. Another masterpiece by the Creator – another Great Design to be woven through the strands of time – a story of loss of innocence, pages filled with struggles and then those of opportunity to the Gift of Salvation which ended ultimately in uniting Creation with the Creator beyond imagination or the boundaries of the limited threads of time– the ULTIMATE plan of Redemption that breathes life to His Creation.

As He penned down the last word, He smiled – the angels cheered and clapped their hands – the time was right – they knew it was. Michael walked in with the knitting needles and the personality threads – each one defining a Characteristic trait, each one defining a feature.

The Alpha and Omega rubbed His hands in glee – it was time to knit each word into being - each one defining simple things like the number of strands of hair, the color of skin to complex patterns that defined personality and natural inclinations of his little Creation. He knitted and knitted – clackity clack – because soon it would be time to breathe life into His Creation.

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“Come let me tell you your story”, He called to the little Boy. “Sit and I will tell you what is best to be done”.
The Child listens as He explains what is best. Innocence and Trust, both strong in this one.
The Child listens and trusts and learns to obey.

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“Come let me tell you your story”, He called to the young Boy. “Sit and I will tell you what is best to be done”. The Young Boy looks but is not sure of what he has heard – he is confused and unclear, unsure of the unseen voice and what is being asked of him. He sees the pen and decides to write a few lines of his own into the Story of life.

“No, my Child, it is not what’s best! Please listen, my Child, it is not the best!”

“But I WANT to do it this WAY, I WILL NOT have it any other way – I WANT, I WANT, I WANT!!!”, the young man screams and stomps, forcing his pages into the story of Life.

The Creator looks at them, mistakes and compromises made, consequences of actions to be played – He knows what should be done and begin He does right away.

With the ending still good, He writes away, making beauty out of ashes, once again.

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“Come let me tell you your story”, He called to the young Man. “Sit and I will tell you what is best to be done”. The book of Life is filled with pages of Forgiveness blood, new pages of damage control, perfect in every way.

“I don’t want to listen to your stories right now – life is short and there is so much to be enjoyed!!!”, the young man says, as he picks up the pen to write again.

“No, my Child, it is not what’s best! Please listen, my Child, please do not lose the gift of Grace!”

With a guitar and bottle in hand, and the pen in the other, the young man writes pages of his and for other books too. Lives impacted, memories scarred.

The Creator once again, with tear filled eyes, begins to write, turning darkness into day – turning mourning into joy.

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“Come let me tell you your story”, He called to the Man. “Sit and I will tell you what is best to be done”.

The Man remembers and sits to listen - his ego struggling with the choices listed – “It is difficult and not what I wish to be done! I cannot do it, I lack the skill”.

The Creator looks at him with gentle eyes, placing His hand on his shoulder, speaks to him “Be still. It was never to be done alone, for I am with you – I give you the Strength and the Skill – just Trust and be still”.

Together they fulfilled a page in his life – a lesson in Trust fulfilled.

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This maybe a story – this maybe real life – but in whose hand does the pen of your life lie?

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