My Sister

You know my sister Gale once shared with me an illustration where she took a single sheet of paper, then ripping it into several pieces. Stating that was her: All torn apart. (painful situation can do that to a person) My sister, then proceeded to pull out a new single sheet of paper. I continued to watch her in rapt fascination.

Wondering where she was going with this. My mind was to busy conceiving its own answers. It that not how we often times do? We want to work it out. When God has already worked it out. My thought? Certainly when something is torn asunder there is in no redemption for it. I guess my facial expression conveyed my inner thoughts, because my sister just smiled at me.

I felt the slight censure and was immediately humbled. Submitting my thoughts, I focused on her. Yes, the paper was torn. That was then. In her hands was the of another paper. This is now. My sister was once broken into pieces. Yet there she stood in front of me. A whole woman. She was beatiful. There was a look about her that was never present before. It was the look of an victorious woman.

Our thoughts are not Gods thoughts nor our ways His ways. He is omnipotent! All power belongs to Him. How quickly can we forget this in our storms. The Apostle Paul took his eyes off of Jesus in the storm and began to sink. Don't lose focus. If God you for a purpose, rely on Him to lead you through. His will is good and is made perfect. Watch this: testifying how God had made her new.

He gave her a new mind, a new heart, a new song, a new praise! I think your feeling my points now. There was a formula: The beginning: Recognition. The Process: Releasing and believing. The result: Testimonies. Awe, do I see a smile forming? I do see it. Keep it. I like it! God wants to make us new! Release the old: hurts, pains, and rejection! Step out into the new, your destiny, your deliverance, and your calling. I believe in you! n