Grey dots and gold stars and Our Maker

I should probably get into the habit of blogging once a year...
Ha ha this will make it twice...
It's been an intense assignment ridden couple of weeks and I've been a bit stressed...
I was thinking about this story last night... I love it because it's so beautiful =)
 
There's an oldish kids story, about little wooden people. Whenever they see one who is good or amounts to something, they place a gold star on their wooden skin. Whenever they see a one who doesn't amount who doesn't amount to much they give them a grey dot. It doesn't feel good to be covered in grey dots... but if you place your worth in what God thinks of you and not the stickers that the other wooden people give, the stickers don't stick...

At the moment it feels like the grey dots are the super sticky kind and I've got a whole box of them. For every negative though I have I place a grey dot. This time I've covered my heart in them so no one can get through. If I've already put the grey dots there, then it would come as no surprise when others do the same. People suggest that the truth is more like gold stars... those that seem like a reality I could only hope for... but it feels as if the layers of dots are too thick, and the hope of those stars is too distant to get through. As others try to peel off the grey dots and replace them with stars, automatically I put another grey dot in its place. 

As I walk down the corridor, walk through a door that's always wide open and I sit at His feet. He gently takes my box of grey dots, from my stubborn, defensive clenched fists takes my box of grey dots away from me... then one by one, the grey dots I've plastered all over my heart begin to drop off, disintegrating before my eyes. Once again I can hear His whisper, that He loves me and whether I feel it or not, He always will. While I try to keep my heart this way, there may be a time when it will once again be so overwhelmingly full of grey dots that I'll need Him to take away the box and set my heart free. 
 
"I need You more,
More than yesterday,
I need You more,
More than words can say,
I need You more,
Than ever before,
I need You Lord,
I need You Lord, 

More than the air I breathe,
More than the song I sing,
More than the next heartbeat,
More than anything,
And Lord as time goes by,
I'll be by Your side,
Cause I never want to go back to my old life!"

Comments

  1. Olivia3 November 2013 at 15:36

    Becky, you are so wonderfully vulnerable and beautifully hopeful here. I love and miss you! Keep that chin up and those arms open, you lovely woman. Liv xx

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