The Master Craftsman

Isaiah 43:18-19Forget the former things; do not dwell on the past. See, I am doing a new thing! Now it springs up; do you not perceive it? I am making a way in the desert and streams in the wasteland.

A new day has come, and with it the fullness of joy.

With each day I come to know more deeply the Father’s love for me.

The One who is Love desires for my relationships to be whole and unbroken. But sometimes He must drive a wedge into them to rend apart the not so pleasing places so that He, the master Craftsman, can create a thing of beauty. He waits for me to willingly offer up my broken places, but when I cling to them, unable to imagine the beauty in the new thing He will wreak; He gently pries them from my hands and works His mastery over them.

I stand, forlorn, mourning the loss of something that is damaged, something that is imperfect, something that brought me comfort despite its flaws. My small mind cannot understand that in letting go of this, I will be refined.

It is not a painless process. For my Master understands that things of worth often come with a steep price. I try to haggle, squirming in anger at such a cost. Only He knows the true value of such a gift. Only He can set the price. Only He understands.

This hurts me more than it hurts you.

He loves me. And as He places the gift in my hand, I stand in silent wonder at such beauty. I hold it gingerly, fully aware now, of its value.

This thing, this love, this relationship, is constantly being shaped into something more beautiful than before.

My Father tells me that He will give me peace like a river…I think He gives love relationships like that too. There are different depths in that river. Sometimes her banks overflow. Sometimes she is a faint trickle that is greedily consumed by the earth beneath her. She may flow freely, cleansing and shaping all around her. Or she lies stagnant, never realizing the power that lies within her waters.

Today I swim in a luscious pool of love, my friend! Oh, my, if only I had known. This new thing springs up in my heart, making my love deeper and richer, intimate and tender. It makes its way through the desert of my humanness, into the wasteland of my heart.

How beautiful is His love for me. How beautiful is His love.

The Endless list of gifts goes on:

7. A friend who I can sit beside for hours and not say a word.

8. A friend who listens to the deepest conversations of my heart.

Comments

  1. says

    Laura,
    Your writings are always so beautiful. I wish I had a gift of writing like you do. You express yourelf so well.
    I pray that your love for God will continue to grow stronger and stronger each day.
    Have a great weekend!
    Love,
    Valerie

  2. says

    Laura,
    The beauty that flows out of your words is stunning.
    The thing is those words are the words of your heart. Again, stunning.

    I am so blessed to have found you.

    Love to you!
    Julie

  3. says

    As always – your words inspire me to long for only Jesus and his presence. I think your next book should be a devotional of sorts. Your life illustrates what it is to live in the light.

  4. says

    Thank you for sharing. Your blog touched my heart deeply, which has masterfully broken and rebuilt over the last nineteen years by the Master. Though it is indeed painful, God is faithful to build us anew. How tender and loving the hands of our Father are.
    In Him,
    Nancy

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