Day 22 - Private grumblings made public

I've been convicted to delete my original posting for today. Based on the title, you can imagine why. In lieu of my "gumblings" I'm choosing to post something that I didn't write myself (the credit goes to Russell Kelfer), but feel the need tonight to ponder...

You are who you are for a reason.
You're part of an intricate plan.
You're a precious and perfect unique design,
Called God's special woman or man.

You look like you look for a reason.
Our God made no mistake.
He knit you together within the womb.
You're just what He wanted to make.

The parents you had were the ones He chose,
And no matter how you may feel,
They were custom-designed with God's plan in mind,
And they bear the Master's seal.

No, that trauma you faced was not easy.
And God wept that it hurt you so;
But it was allowed to shape your heart
So that into His likeness you'd grow.

You are who you are for a reason,
You've been formed by the Master's rod.
You are who you are, beloved,
Because there is a God!


Sorry to be so cryptic, but I could use some prayer tonight.

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