Reshape Me

He made us. Flawed but loving. Misguided but well-intended. Sinful but wanting His perfection. How is it that we can’t seem to repent long enough to fully appreciate that we were made by His fingers? All around us is the evidence of His creation and the majesty of His work. At twilight, the sun turns to bands of vivid color and slips down over the ocean, and the moon takes on its glow, giving just enough light for us to find our way. Every few months, the seasons change, and the trees know to shed their leaves and the flowers know when to bloom. The birds of the air depart for warmer places and the deer come out to eat the sweet berries on the branches, leaving footprints in shallow snow. It all works according to His timing and what He made on just a few days’ time. Imagine, then, Heaven, a place that is timeless, with no end, that He floods with the light of His presence. Will our eyes ever see it? Will we pass through the gates to stand in His court? If there is any doubting in you, drop to your knees now and cry out, “Lord, you made me in your Heavens … pick me up and reshape me like your Son!”