Beautiful Things.

I mess up a lot. I do stupid stuff, and miss things, and just make mistakes. But none of that matters to God. He sees me, in all my failures and weaknesses, as perfect. And beautiful. There isn't anything that I could ever do to take away His love. So why worry? Why bother to waste my time worrying about the little stupid things, when I could be thanking Him. And that's a lot easier said than done. In this world, there are so many things to get caught up in, and it's so easy to loose sight, and slip off track. But that's when He comes in, gently pushing me back, to Him and His plan. He comes in, and removes all the bad stuff. Like a Farmer pruning His garden. He takes out the weeds, and gets outs out all the bugs. But He doesn't stop there. He fertilizes all the good things, and makes them into something so much more beautiful. But we have to open the gate first. We have to let Him in. Because what good is it to lock the Farmer out of the garden and let it die, when He could make it into something better than anything we can imagine on our own. He makes beautiful things out of us.