Scraps to Metal

Scraps of my thoughts, experiences and reflections rest in the interior of my innermost being – my soul. Undisturbed, glistening, waiting to be tested for value. Reminiscent of their introductory moments in my life as destiny has been realized...before being formed in the womb, He knew me.

What could possibly result from entertaining a thought when void of the motivation to bring it to life?

What is an experience if it offers no lasting impression?

What enjoyment can a reflection bring if there is no willingness to acknowledge it?

Pondering

Is it possible that disclosure of my delicate intricacies bring about demise to hard issues that present themselves to others as invincible?

Convinced

Valuable shreds...placing them into the hands of the one who can make them work together for my good. Living and yielding, as pieces of my life go expressly into the heat, melting, far away from the entry point, feeling the heat, "go through, go through," part of the process...finishing and casting…being formed into a useful tool…waiting until my soul cries out inviting in the truth.

Suited, powerful, yielded, conformed, sharpened, ready…the Armor of God, I wear.

Determined

Scraps from my life, used as a testimony for truth.

Believe, Love, & Obey God

~Tanika