Friday, June 4, 2010
Late Night Musings Vol. 3
What is my picture? What is God forming me into? What does He want me to do?
First I have to realize that I am an incomplete picture. I am not a final product, I am a prototype. Getting there, but not there. So all I can do is look at the pieces He has shown me so far to catch a glimpse at the picture and wait for the rest to bring it into focus. Maybe experiences that I have right now are major puzzle pieces and I don’t even know it yet. I will just have to wait for God to reveal that to me when He is ready. So what has He unveiled so far and how has it sculpted me? As I look back on my life I see that (in no particular order) I am a…
Rule Follower
Growing up I was taught to follow the rules. I color inside of the lines. I can’t remember one time in school that I ever had detention or was even sent to the principal’s office. Honestly, I probably couldn’t tell you any of my principals’ names (with the exception of Mrs. Polemeni because she is the mayor of our city, and “Mr. Dorito” whose real name I can’t recall). Even to this day it makes me very uncomfortable to disobey the rules. For example, if my glass is empty at a restaurant and our waitress is not paying us attention, I would rather die of dehydration than go behind the counter and get my own drink from the fountain. THAT’S OFF LIMITS PEOPLE! And given the choice I will always walk on the sidewalk instead of the grass. Why am I that way? No clue, just am.
First I have to realize that I am an incomplete picture. I am not a final product, I am a prototype. Getting there, but not there. So all I can do is look at the pieces He has shown me so far to catch a glimpse at the picture and wait for the rest to bring it into focus. Maybe experiences that I have right now are major puzzle pieces and I don’t even know it yet. I will just have to wait for God to reveal that to me when He is ready. So what has He unveiled so far and how has it sculpted me? As I look back on my life I see that (in no particular order) I am a…
Rule Follower
Growing up I was taught to follow the rules. I color inside of the lines. I can’t remember one time in school that I ever had detention or was even sent to the principal’s office. Honestly, I probably couldn’t tell you any of my principals’ names (with the exception of Mrs. Polemeni because she is the mayor of our city, and “Mr. Dorito” whose real name I can’t recall). Even to this day it makes me very uncomfortable to disobey the rules. For example, if my glass is empty at a restaurant and our waitress is not paying us attention, I would rather die of dehydration than go behind the counter and get my own drink from the fountain. THAT’S OFF LIMITS PEOPLE! And given the choice I will always walk on the sidewalk instead of the grass. Why am I that way? No clue, just am.
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