March 14, 2004

• Sandpaper Moments

  When I went to 6th grade camp, we were given short pieces of rough, ugly, junky looking manzanita wood.  We were told to take a peice of sandpaper and rub it against the wood during the whole week of camp.  The sandpaper was really harsh.  The energy we threw into rubbing the wood caused heat to form, dust to fly and arms to ache.  But then somehow, somehow, at the end of that week, our ugly pieces of wood became smooth, beautiful, polished decorator items.  Awesome transformation.

  Sometimes it seems that God leads me to places where it is like sandpaper on wood.  The experience is harsh, hot, rough and dusty... It's disagreeable, and it makes me furrow my brows and frown!  But THE REALITY  is that without sandpaper moments, I would always remain a rough, unsmooth piece of wood, unpolished and unfinished...  -- why would I want to be so junky? 

  Let me ask the hard questions of myself, lay down the selfish wishes and dreams, confront my insecurities, walk through the difficult circumstances and allow God to polish me into a thing of beauty!

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