Recently, I was writing a paper. I started writing the rough draft and watched as these letters weaved together in different combinations to make words, to build sentences, to form paragraphs, to create a master piece. Then once this rough raw draft was finished, the shaping process took place. I now had something to work with. The green pen marks began to scratch up every little tidbit on that paper. Red is not used. Red hurts the eye with its fiery bold marks, scrutinizing every mistake on the page. But the gentle touch of a green pen, brings critique and revision to this paper, without the harshness of red ink splattered across the white surface. The editing is complete.
Daily, I am being put through the editing process. With the gentle stroke of His green pen, my inner pride is being crossed out and anything that I depend on except Him is taken out. My story is being crafted by the master Tutor. And it hurts.
Just like a sloppy written rough draft, my heart is jagged and calloused with sin. With hateful thoughts, spiteful words, and selfish intentions, my heart and mind must be remade if I am to become the person Christ intended me to be. I cannot stay a rough draft, I must become a master piece. But the road is agonizing.
No one said being a Christian was going to be easy. But if I want to follow Jesus, I must allow Him to cross out my sin, take away my security, and trust Him to walk with me in this process. Submission is how this starts. I submit to let my story be edited so I can become a disciple of Jesus.
One day I will stand before my Savior complete and ready to live a relationship with Him in Heaven. During this glorious season of Advent, I look forward to that day, when I no longer am being edited. I will be a final product ready to be turned in and live forever under His reign. I look forward to this Christmas Season, anxiously awaiting the coming Messiah.
Merry Christmas.
