Redesigning Myself


“Therefore, if anyone is  in Christ, he is a new creation; old things have passed away; behold, all things have become new.” 2 Cor. 5:17

“I beseech you therefore, brethren, by the mercies of God, that you present your bodies a living sacrifice, holy, acceptable to God, which is your reasonable service. And do not be conformed to this world, but be transformed by the renewing of your mind, that you may prove what is that good and acceptable and perfect will of God.” Romans 12:1-2

“looking unto Jesus, the author and finisher of our faith, who for the joy that was set before Him endured the cross, despising the shame, and has sat down at the right hand of the throne of God.” Hebrews 12:2

“I am the Alpha and the Omega, the  Beginning and the End,” says the Lord, “who is and who was and who is to come, the Almighty.” Rev. 1:8

Talk about a challenge. Redesigning my hotel room. The furniture. The stuff. My stuff. Ministry stuff. Special needs dogs stuff. All to get paralyzed Mr. Simeon away from the AC unit blowing chunks of junk out of it onto and near him. But making sure with the redesign he could be directly next to my bed on his massive bed he shares with all the other dogs. Lots and lots of time it took to redesign. Then, mission accomplished. Then I remembered all the years I redesigned different rooms I lived in. Over and over. Over again. Frenetically. Frenzy. Obsessive. Like I couldn’t go on with my life until I achieved the perfect redesign. Only to do it all over again. Like somehow the perfect room or house redesign would make me feel okay inside. Better inside. Anything inside.

Friend, for years I did that with my life also. Tried to redesign it. Over and again. To make it work. To do better. Be better. Feel different. For change. For hope. To achieve something. To succeed. To fit in. To be approved of. Accepted. Validated. To escape the emotional pain. To belong. Always because something never felt quite right inside. So many troubles. Struggles. Challenges. So much I needed to accomplish. To survive. All sorts of reasons. Never satisfied with my life. Then something changed.

Jesus Christ is Lord of my life. I no longer live for me. I live for Him. He is the author and finisher of me. Of my faith. He is the master planner. The master builder. The master re-designer. The renovator. The restorer. The repairer. The one in charge. Lord. God. Almighty. Father. Architect of me. And my life. My life is now His life. I no longer try to redesign my life. I let Him do it. I yield to God and His ways. To God and His Word. To God and His will. He shapes me, crafts me, changes me, refines me, remakes me, remodels me, rebuilds me, does anything with me He desires. For His name’s sake. Sigh. I can breathe now. Relax. I belong to Jesus. My heart and life are in His hands.

Trying to redesign your room? Your house? Your life? Never can get it just right, can you? Give your heart and life to the Lord. Let Him redesign your life. So your heart and life are pleasing and honoring to Him! For He is Lord. Forevermore!


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