Changing Frames

old-picture-frames-picture-id475536256This is another day, another day to set the pace, keeping the past in the past and appreciate the present. Our lives become a canvas, the great collage we present to the world. Again, today.

I remember being a kid and creating in the classroom a collage that showed who we wanted to become. It became a very descriptive presentation to our being. What we did not know then is that each day, as we matured, as we grew, we were continuing to create that canvas; different days,  different color;  different thoughts, different actions;  different people,  different presentations. Every person that we encounter sees a different presentation of who we choose to reveal to them, as ourselves. Each and every day we can camouflage and become chameleons based on the environment that we are active in. I mean sometimes to the point that we literally feel the transition of our personalities and I laugh when I say that because I have seen so many different faces to the point where I wonder why we all are not in the movies. We have action, adventure, love stories,  fiction and nonfiction active in our lives every day.  We are walking life everyday in portrayals that we create. And although they have to be adjusted, continually, each day is a new page. The only difference, from the silver screen, is that we’re not being paid like the actors and actresses in Hollywood. And if we were many of us would be nominated for the Oscar, and win.

Yet this is not a bad thing to be honest and often times its quite necessary (nor do I advocate to live a lie).  I mean it would be very difficult to have the role of mother in the workplace. Just as it would be equally difficult to play the role of CEO at your children’s softball game; or to be the nurturer at the bowling alley, or the romanicist in the court room. My point is that as we transition through life we have to adjust ourselves we become the script writer in every scene. Creating the grander scale that was already predetermined, predestined by God (Ephesians 1:5).

I am not the artist of your picture or the creator of your frame (and you are not mine) because God-ordained each and every molecule of our existence . And He loves it.  He loves every part of who we are each and every face, each and every mistake that he knew we were going to make, yet He sent his Son to become that propitiation of our lives (John 3:16).  We may think how many times can He love me when I continue to make poor mistakes, how many times can He still love me when the things that I know to do I don’t and the things I desire not to do I find myself doing (Romans 7:19). But guess what, that’s the God we serve Who is full of grace and mercy. He is faithful to his word and that which He sends forth shall be perfected because his word can not return to Him void (Isaiah 55:11).

Every frame is a different size, a different shape,  a different color,  some decorated, some painted, some with deep grooves, others with precise detail and it’s all perfecting the picture. To get the picture presented with originality and uniqueness. To give that picture a presentation that is holding the intent of the artist. Our lives are to be whole with intent of our heavenly Father. In that I ask what is in your frame?  How is that picture being presented to the world?  My hope is that you take control to make that picture the best representation, with the highest value because everything, every sin and every weight of life, was already paid for by the blood of Jesus. Amen.

Published by rootedforpurpose

I am Toni Hollis. A seeker of positive living in all things. Creation is from our Creator who has given us POWER through our words. We are what we speak. Writing allows my energy to transcend towards you and it is my hope that the words deposit great benefits and rewards.

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