How can it be that a girl like me could be destined for something great?
Certainly you have the wrong number. I’m the one from the broken family, grew up in a hot bed of addiction and dysfunction. Carried my insecurities with me into adulthood and used them to consistently make a mess of every single, already difficult, situation.
Yeah, that girl. You know the one. If you haven’t met her you’ve at least seen her…sneered at her mistakes…gasped at her wounds.
Sure, I may look whole now, but lean in a little, look closer. The cracks are still visible, glossed over now, sure, but still there. Still marring a facade that once held such potential. But the cracks tell the truth.
They still exist, only now they are filled with grace. Well, grace and love. Yes, grace and love where shame and judgement once burned bright. Grace and love where darkness and pain once ruled strong.
But how can this broken-beyond-recognition, damaged-from-the-start, put-back-together girl be destined for greatness?
She always was…I…always was. You see, His thoughts are higher than ours, and His plans are higher too. So high in fact that we can’t even begin to fathom what He might have in store.
So we run…and He chases. And when we are too tired to keep it up we surrender. And He wins. He wins our heart and our affection. But we win the real prize…a look into the startling reality of who He really made us to be.
And we begin to walk toward the destiny He had always planned. One step at a time…becoming the powerful, beautiful, compassion-filled woman He had always planned for us to be.
“For we are God’s handiwork, created in Christ Jesus to do good works, which God prepared in advance for us to do.”Ephesians 2:10 NIV