From Collectible to New Life

But now, O Lord,
You are our Father;
We are the clay, and You our potter;
And all we are the work of Your hand.
Isaiah 64:8

I’ve been collecting things. . .

printables and artwork
stationary and stickers
fabric and glue
and scissors to boot!

all kinds of tapes
all kinds of treasures
a piece here, a scrap there
just waiting in the corner

waiting to be held
waiting to be used
waiting to give life
to whatever I choose

are they waiting in anticipation
clinging to hope
have they given up
thinking they’ll never grow?

their corner is smaller
a tight, cramped space for sure
some are living in suffocation
from the dust settling upon their skin

but I make a promise here and now
to all those collections sitting ‘round
one day I’ll dust you off
carry you to my loft

I’ll turn your mourning into dancing
I’ll bring life into your soul
I’ll show you love, beauty will come
you’ll see how free you can become

you’re tiny right now
but there is no doubt
you’ve always been a gem
a jewel beyond measure

when you become a new creation
you will breathe with new life
because all things become good
at just the right time.

From My Heart to Yours,
Marcie

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