Dancing and Delighting

So, this week has been so full of drama... and if you know me well at all, you know how much I hate drama. And the thing is, I brought it all on myself really. It's incredible to me to think about the sheer amount of crap God puts up with in order to delight in me. This week has bruised me to the point that I am exhausted from the emotional rollercoaster it has been. I am tired and worn and eroded. I am pallid and empty as I type this, but He is truly amazing, and if there's one thing I've learned from this past week it's that He is the constant. He is the only constant in my life. Friends will come and go, relationships may or may not happen, happiness is a relative term, and God is the only constant among everything. He is my Rock, He is the only firm entity in my life, and He will never ever change. I fall more deeply in love with Him everytime I realize that. His is the romance of all romances. His dance is the masterpiece. His plans for me are unfailing in faithfulness and love and goodness. He has ridden me of all bitterness, He has given me a fresh new start, He has filled my days with moments I am blessed with in order to ultimately glorify Him. His plans for me started as an empty canvas, and every brushstroke and every color mixture is a planned portion of goodness He willingly and knowingly makes on that canvas. His artistry is unmatched, and His delight is in that artistry. He makes it unique, meaningful, purposeful, and beautiful. And He means every thing He says about and does to it. Who am I to come and try to fingerpaint all over it? Who am I to come and draw stick figures, trying to teach Him how to make it a masterpiece? When that thought finally crosses my mind, I am able to see the putrid horrors I have done to the work in progress, and can do nothing but fall to my knees at His work stool. I can do nothing but let the tears flow at the disappointment I know He must feel in me, because I know too well that it isn't my first time. In that very moment of self-loathing and shame, though, He lifts my chin and uses His apron and compassionate hands to wipe the tears from my face, He searches my eyes until they have met His, and reminds me of His never-ending delight. He lovingly uses my colors and mistakes to make an even brighter, bolder, more beautiful look about it. And I cannot imagine a more exquisite piece of art.I am so truly blessed, and I cannot imagine a better place for me to be in than right here. So, let His plans take over. Let Him have His way. He knows what is best, and He will bring it about in His oh so perfect timing. Whatever I know is true, I know it comes from Him, and only truth can set me free. "It is for freedom that He has set us free." So now I frolic, twirl, smile, sing and dance in the freedom that is a carefree life of love, lived out to please only Him.

Blessed is the man...

[whose] delight is in the law of the LORD,

and on his law he meditates day and night.

He is like a tree planted by streams of water

whose leaf does not wither.

Whatever he does prospers.