August 8, 2010

  • Life is an eggshell

    chicken-egg-debate

     
    Life is an eggshell. Human beings are fragile. We crack, we break and crumble. Though we desire to have a hard exterior, it's inevitable. We are prone to weakness. We are not God. It's hard for me to admit that I am weak. I like to portray an Aura of completeness. Yet, I am not whole without the presence of my Maker.
    I am incomplete without the power of the Supplier.

    It's humbling to realize that we are not held by ourselves, but cradled by an extreme Being. His arms are vast and wide. Like a giant gold statue, his arms will never fold. They are stable and secure. I like picturing myself in the grip of a solid figure. Oh, to be mounted to a fixture that never moves and is unshakable! This has become my utmost desire. The purpose of glue is to stick, fasten and secure. However, I like knowing that I am not fixed like Popsicle sticks to my God. I am welded by the furnace to a figure planted--never to be uprooted for he is the Root.

    Yes, my life is like an eggshell. However, when fully heated and broken, what's inside me will never spill over and dissipate. I will remain solid. When held by the one who gives life to all things, my contents will remain intact. I may crumble; but, I will never be destroyed. My heart has been baked and my soul strengthened by an extreme light source. God has incubated me. My life may have started out as feeble. But, he has devolped my inactive state into a breathing, pumping life.

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