The Blob
December 2, 2008
^ What’s that? ^
It looks like a blob, a pretty blob, but just a blob of colors not making any sense.
^ And what’s that? ^
Looks like another blob, kind of like an ugly, jumbled-up mess.
That’s how I feel like my life is sometimes………..Blobs, nothing fitting together, nothing happening for a reason, every day is is new ‘blob.’ That ‘blob’ changes colors every day, sometimes it looks ugly, and other times it’s pretty. That’s all I can see most of the time.
Life is like a painting, I can only see parts of it at a time. I’m not the One doing the painting though, God is. He sees all of the picture, He has a plan, He knows what He is doing(Even though sometimes I wonder 
). God sees how every one of those blotches, strokes, and ‘messes’ fit together to make a masterpiece. And the more of my life I hand over the the Creator, the more control I give Him, the greater the masterpiece will be.
Even though I don’t like them in there, the dark places in my ‘painting’ make it all the more beautiful. The shadows make the bright parts shine out all the more. It shows me how God can take someone that is such a ‘mess of blobs’ and make that person into something beautiful. And for that, I am thankful! I’ve certainly got a long way to go, but it’s a journey I’m happy to make.
That is so true. Thank you for reminding me of this. I needed to hear that today.
I second that! A wonderful analogy- we only see a little bit of the picture, but God is outside time and sees it all.
-Maria
Hi Mariah, what you wrote reminded me of an excerpt from a book I read a long time ago (I’ll give you a copy if you get up here again
called “Edge of Eternity” by Randy Alcorn
“A vast fabric stretched across the sky. Bending back my head, I saw on the fabric countless lumps [blobs?] and knots, like thick, rough yarn with frayed strings.
Suddenly…I was yanked up into the sky and pulled through a hole in the center of the fabric. Now I was on the other side, the top side. I looked down and saw a beautiful work of art, like needlepoint or scross-stitching, a magnificent tapestry more exquisite than any I’ ever seen. The yarn and threads had been perfectly knitted together in elaborate design by the hands of a master craftsman. I saw in the center of the tapestry the Woodsman [you have to read the story to understand why the Woodsman is the Christ figure]on a tree. I saw how a senseless murder, history’s worst act of betrayal, was the centerpiece of a glorious desighn. surrounding it I saw other tragedies, other absurd and incomprehensible events that now had clear meaning and purpose.
‘It’s stunning,’ I said… . ‘Before I saw only the underside of the tapestry, the knots and frays. I never saw the design, the beauty.’
‘No wonder,’ [my companion said] ‘You have always lived on the wrong side of the tapestry.’
Sheila and Maria-Thanks for the encouraging comments. They really help.
Lorraine-That is another wonderful analogy. I seem to have to remind myself of these kinds of things daily. Thanks!
Hugs,
Mariah
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