Christ like or like Christ

I am learning that if I am to be "Christ like" it doesn't necessarily require me to act like Christ, it requires me to first seek Him, and when I find Him I will act as he acts and won't even have to try. No one can live up to being like Christ, but we can seek him in His goodness and His word, and when we are willing to receive him we will reflect Christ.

"Do you think God knows He's good? No. He just is." From the book Mister God, this is Anna by Fynn

Black eye

Last week knocked the wind out of me. Just last night I was trying to explain all the crap I endured last week to a friend, but unfortunately when you are trying to explain, essentially the unexplainable, a person who has not been there cannot comprehend your situation. Needless to say, it was a waisted effort.

"1 Blessed is the man who endureth all the crap-eth of life. 2 God shall be glorified through him. 3 He delights in the weakness of that man, 4 and that man is given great treasures and riches in Christ."
Camille 1:1-3

I decided to start my own book of the Bible. These are my first 4 verses.

It feels really good to know that none of this crap is waisted. It has so much purpose in your life, and in your faith. All that God asks of you it to trust Him through it all. The best moment I had last week was when God spoke powerfully, yet gently to my heart, and all I said in response was "yes, Father". It is a beautiful thing to hear the voice of God and have complete confidence that He is at work in you and for you.

Sleepy

I have often said this to people and I don't think I ever truly believed it until now, but I am such a mellow person that I am on the verge of exhaustion all the time.

Mysterious woman

Weathered eyes and a confident smile were the attributes I noticed as I glanced to my left. Heading towards the restroom I passed by the vanity where I saw her. She gracefully shifted her weight from one side to the other, changing the viewing points of her figure. Her hair flowed down over her shoulder. The stunning curls catching every glimmer of light, as if they sparkled. Freckles graced her nose and her lashes touched the top of her eye lids. With an intent look about her face she studied the bodies that pass by. I slowly walked towards her, wishing I was invisible. A smile gently arose from her lips as she examined her image in the mirror. She walked away satisfied.

Her impression left me with many questions. A thought crossed my mind, did she see herself as beautiful? Was she truly confident in her image? Her weathered eyes told me otherwise. They told me of a woman with many thought-filled nights, and many heavy experiences. Her smile was confident but not happy. Was she hiding her real face? No, because a face cannot hide from grief. O' how beautiful it is to see a real face. To see truth is to see God. Even in the midst of struggle, with a face filled with sadness and a posture telling of a broken heart, there is still a beauty that overwhelms the soul. In sadness you see humility, and in humility, grace from a beloved Father. This mysterious woman has been blessed with beauty, and in the same light, cursed be it.