God’s Thoughts to Me
I have refined you, but not as silver is refined. Rather, I have refined you in the furnace of suffering (Isaiah 48:10, NLT).
Painting With Refining Love
The Master Author and Painter is delightfully captured with exuberant love as He paints the story of a life refined. He is enthralled by the unfinished fairy tale of His beautiful one, the picture of His gazelle.
He mixes the ashes of her broken life with the colorful splashes of her pain and sorrow and collects every tear as His artist turpentine to paint her story … their story.
Every sigh escaping her heart explodes into royal purples and blues and her soft whispers of love to Him creates a joyful rainbow of delight.
Her dark thoughts of anger and turmoil provide the blacks and browns for the dangerous, yet wondrous journeys through dark enchanted forests filled with light beams of hope.
The Master Poet uses the murderous monster of exhaustion who tries to rip the pages of her story into tiny fragments, to write a tender fragile poem with a feathery quill of compassion.
Every stab of excruciating pain becomes another valuable brush stroke to add a touch of gold to enrich a life surrendered … a life where every picture, every word, every page, every thought, every nuance, breath and smile is embraced by her Pappa’s love.
Much love and sweet blessings XX
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