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In about 11 days I'll be 70. I love the idea of this new era of my life. I read these words recently, "One of the best things about aging is being able to watch imagination overtake memory". I'm beginning to image some wonderful things for these beautiful years.
I didn't bake this cake from memory, but I did imagine how it would look finished.
I can't remember the name of every person in every church that Gerald ever pastored, but I can close my eyes and see their smiles and I can reach out my heart and imagine their spirit. I thought the other day how awesome it would be in heaven to see all those people from all those churches together, making up the body of Christ that I have known through the years.
I can't recite the scriptures that I've poured into my soul through the years, but I can imagine how it has built a relationship between me and Jesus that is second to none.
I can't remember all the things that my parents told me through the years, but I can imagine them looking over the banisters of heaven and saying, "Look at that, she did remember!"
I can't remember all the grammar that I studied in school, but in my imagination I can see a book that God will allow me to write.
I can't remember all the art lessons that I ever took, but somehow when I paint my imagination takes over about mid-way and the fun kicks in.
I can't remember meals that I cooked last week, but when I get the skillet out ~ imagination takes over and low and behold we've got something good to eat. I used to say I had Gerald trained - when he got hungry he was just to go get in the car. I'm trying to break that habit.
I'm going to let my imagination run wild for awhile and just see what I can get into ~ I bet you can do that too. Let's surprise ourselves with the joy of being a child again - a child in the Fathers' House, where there are no limits and no doubts, just full imagination ahead. Let the fun begin!
paulette
Sunday I read about the pitbulls that had been raised to fight. The football player who owned them had a purpose and that purpose was not good. When he was arrested and charged, he was fined 1 million dollars for the rehabilitation of these dogs. Only two had to be put down and the others are being re-purposed. There was the cutest picture of an adorable little guy snuggling with a young boy - this pitbull is now a therapy dog, assisting children with reading disabilities. Talk about re-purpose!!!
For the last few weeks my friend Carol and I have been planning, gathering and repurposing found objects to use for a fun workshop at our annual women's retreat. The title is "Necessity, the Mother of Invention". I wish all my buddies could be here in this kitchen with us as we scrub off labels, remove tags, glue stray strands, paint, staple and a meriad of other task to re-purpose these mis-used treasures. The whole purpose of our work is to teach other women how to take their circumstances,caused by this economy that we're all adjusting to and re-purpose our lives.
It really doesn't matter how mistreated we have been in the past, if we can bring our broken, bent and scratched-up souls to the Master, He can take all that we're not and repurpose us to become all that He dreamed we could be.
I want Him to "Re-Purpose" me today. I want to give Him all my scratched, dented and warped stuff and let him sand it, re-weave it, paint it and staple some of the parts that can handle some more holes, into a repurposed, useful object. Loved and whole again.
I wrote in my journal this week, "Brokeness brings the Breakthrough". I guess another way to say all that I've said is, the breakthrough that we all long for comes from yielding our brokeness to God and letting Him "Re-Purpose" us into His Purpose, which was the plan all along.
My day is calling and it won't happen if I don't get out of this gown and into my get-going duds.
Happy Re-Purposing to you today
Paulette
