You Complete Me

When I look at the night sky and see the work of your fingers—the moon and the stars you set in place—what are mere mortals that you should think about them, 

human beings that you should care for them? Yet you made them only a little lower than God, and crowned them with glory and honor.

—Psalm 8:3-5 NLT

Just above the top of the trees, I see the full moon, round and lustrous, seemingly balanced on the edge of the horizon. Beyond its area of illumination, stars twinkle, some glowing more brightly than others. The beauty of this divine painting draws my heart. This splendor is the work of your hands, Lord! I cannot fathom how you created it—much less how you created me. This canvas is your masterpiece, and that is what you also created me to be—your masterpiece.

Not only did you create me in your image, but you also crowned me with glory through the gift of Jesus, your precious Son. He paid for my sins on the Cross and brought me into your glorious presence without guilt and shame! I am clean and free of judgment! You—my God—loves me enough not to demand my love! You give me the freedom to either deny your gift of grace or believe it. How can I not believe that you—the God who created me—loved me enough to pay the price for my freedom?

                                                                                              

You want me to understand what you have done for me! You, the omnipotent God, Jesus, my Savior, and the Holy Spirit, my counselor, actually live within me. You are not an outside force molding me. You mold and lead me from within. When you direct me to do something, you guide me with the full knowledge of who I am.  When I know who you are in me, I  allow you to work in me. I don't doubt you within me. I trust and believe. The result is glorious and rewarding beyond anything I can imagine. 

Just as the moon and stars I see in the night sky, I am also your canvas.Your greatest potential is my greatest potential. My soul is yours to mold. You birthed your masterpiece in me at Calvary, and you complete me. The night sky is not the only work of your hands. So am I. 

© 2019 Lynn Lacher

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