Christianity is beautiful thing. It is a life that we didn't plan for. Someone did. Just like we did not plan to live with the people we call family today. It was the accident of birth. Now I cannot tell precisely if it was a real accident, where accident is something we didn't plan for but happened. Or if someone actually planned that you should be in that family you belong to today. Even more than that is the country and continent that we belong to. But someone did know. He is God. He is the master strategist. He has your life's blueprint. Where you were supposed to be born, to whom, how you were supposed to grow up, and perhaps die as a little kid (now am uncertain about that, and I cannot speak authoritatively on that subject) but I do know that all things play into a big plan shaping either our lives or the lives of others, forming ideas and principles for living in some of us, and even for others creating the fabric for their life's future empathy and the results that will follow. Nothing on earth is an accident.
In every movie there is a plot. In every movie there is a prevailing theme. In every movie there is a protagonist, antagonist, villains, victims, passersby, and life is like a movie in a movie where every person's life's plot weaves into another person's life as a major player, minor role, or even as a passersby. Whatever the script of your life is, know one thing, there is a master strategist who knows how to make good endings. Your life doesn't have to start with a mess, lived in confusion and end in a tragedy. God has plans for you. Good plans. But like every actor in every movie has a choice to follow the director's instructions and be a big famous celebrity and star, you have choices to make that can make you into God's celebrity and star.
Love God. Adore him. Respect him. Worship him. And you will see, witness and experience firsthand his immense addictive and refreshing effect in your life 3D and in true color. He wants to make something beautiful out of your life. No artist wakes us to make trash. You are not trash. You are worth so much more to the Master Strategist. The one in whom there is no variableness, and neither shadow of turning. The one who holds the whole universe and its God particles in his very hand. The owner of all knowledge and maker of science. He wants to brag with you and show you as evidence of his victory, hold you up as his trophy.
Let him make something with you. Submit to his will.
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