And I am certain that God, who began the good work within you, will continue his work until it is finally finished on the day when Christ Jesus returns.Philippians 1:6
Don’t you guys just love that magical satisfactory feeling when all the boxes have been checked? (That statement may be proof that God dumped a little extra helping of Type A on me as a baby.) But seriously, I think no matter where you fall on the OCD scale, the thought of a job well done or a hard-fought battle won brings a little upturn to anyone’s lips.
For me, it was one of those weeks where some long lost pieces finally found their places and I saw some of God’s plans for me come to completion. So I hope you will indulge me and let me share one of them with you.
This week my husband bought me a new guitar! If you don’t know this about me by now friends, my heart speaks in music. My dad bought me my first guitar over 15 years ago and I have never stopped playing it. I have played and owned many a guitar in my life, but that guitar has taught me painstaking lessons about worship, perseverance, and grief and it has seen more of my tears than any human alive. In other words guys, that guitar is way more than just a guitar to me. My life has known more death and loss than most people I know, and the only consistent and unfailing things in my life that have been my old red guitar and Jesus.
Well, let’s now fast forward to this week. My husband had secretly been praying for a way to buy me my dream guitar. Long coveted and always out of reach financially it has always remained a dream that would never come true. Yet God and my husband delivered in a huge way this week and I am awestruck that it even happened. Through all the excitement and accompanying emotions, it has become apparent to me that this new shiny guitar is also more than just a guitar.
When God called my family to Montana this last year I had an inkling part of His plan involved bringing me closure in a life where I have had little. I have had people and memories and reassurances of God’s promises flood me like tidal waves over the last eight months. They have helped me realize how the hand of God has shaped me every step of the way to be who I am right now for such a time as this. All of my grief, shame, and dark secret places have been flooded with the freedom of the cross and they have allowed me to finally say with unabashed joy that I am no longer a slave to any of it.
How does all that relate to a guitar? That guitar for me was the last thread connecting me to a life of full of grief and shame and uncertainty. While it also held over a decade of good memories, every strum of the strings reminded me of a life of unfulfilled expectations and I didn’t even realize the extent of it until the shiny new one was on the wall in its place.
So friends, here I now sit in a home I never thought I’d own, in a state I didn’t intend to be in, with a shiny new guitar on my wall reminding me that God did NOT forget to complete the works He started in me as a child. All the loss, grief, shame, loneliness, and buckets of tears were His potter’s hands sculpting me into the somebody He always envisioned I would be.
You wanna know something else guys? He is doing the same for you. Piece by piece, chip by chip He is sculpting and refining you with the fire of your circumstances and His grace.
For me this week His promises took the shape of an old red guitar finally put to rest in its case. I know that wherever my journey takes me from here, He has a plan to bring his works to the ulitmate completion in me through the return of Christ Jesus.
If you can’t see the flames through the fire today I pray that you cling to the freedom of the cross and the promises of His word. You ARE a masterpiece worth unveiling.
P.S. Don’t worry I am keeping my old red guitar for my girls to learn to play on!