Roller Skates

Let's say you're a kid who has a pair of shiny roller skates, given to you by a godparent, favorite relative, or other special person. You can put them on and go outside and get those skates a little beaten up by skating the life out of them or you can keep them in their box closed up all nice and shiny. When you grow up and they no longer fit they will still be nice and shiny.

Now stop.

Think.

What did your special person want you to do with the skates when they gave them to you? They wanted you to use them of course. They gave them to you to enjoy, not to hide away for fear of messing up. 

God gave you life to enjoy it. When you refuse to enjoy life you are refusing to use God's gift. Don't do that to Him. Go on a walk. Listen to music. Eat good food. Make friends. Don't spend 100% of your time doing what the world deems important: making a million dollars, seeking prestige, cleaning your house, drudgery. You can waste your whole life by doing unimportant things you don't even like for a prize that won't make you happy. Don't be that way. Go enjoy what God has given you.

Don't keep those skates inside.

We are all just sick books anyway

There we are. Sitting on our shelves along with all the other broken books. He comes along and picks us up and puts us on his cart and takes us back to his workshop. We know that we are broken, but we are much more broken than we know. He takes us in His hands, prying, picking, and exposing the most broken, sick parts that we didn't have any idea existed. And then He breaks us. He breaks us all apart. And it hurts. He starts cleaning us up, cutting away all of the gross and sticky bits that cling, things that get in the way. When He is not cutting us or patching us up, He sets us on a table to dry, sometimes putting boards and bricks on top of us. And we wonder sometimes, if perhaps He's forgotten. But He hasn't. He never does. While we are sitting there drying, He is measuring and cutting and gluing together a new cover, a cover that is exactly the right size and made especially, specifically for us. Then He takes us off the table and glues us into the cover. It fits perfectly.