For we are His workmanship, created in Christ Jesus for good works, which God prepared beforehand so that we would walk in them.
~Ephesians 2:10 (NASB)
God calls you his workmanship, his poiemia. What happens when God writes poetry?
We do. We happen.
We are walking poetry, the kind that moves, the kind who has hands and feet, the kind with mind and will and emotion. We are what happens when God expresses himself.
If we are made the poem of God, then what is the job he gave us to do? What is the job of a poem?
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At the most basic level of our identity, your job and my job is to be a poem, the image bearers of God, made to reflect his glory.
~Emily P. Freeman in A Million Little Ways
Welcome to Still Saturday where we pause after a busy week, move in quiet pilgrimage, maybe linger a while in some still place, and soak in the beauty of images and words. We’d love for you to join us. Get the details on the left, grab your favorite button, and link up below. We all love to hear if something especially speaks to your heart, but please don’t feel pressured to comment. Simply take some time to gaze long and drink deep.