I watched a craftsman on TV work with strips of stainless steel, and the contrast between where his craft began, and the end result was almost unreal.
For the finished piece was a free form sculpture, the finish mirror bright as could be, and when it was set upon its stand, the whole piece seemed to float free.
When he started, he just had two long strips of metal, both a dull muddy color of brownish gray, and the first thing he did was to start on that finish, by sanding the outside away.
Beginning with the coarsest sandpaper of all, he gently ran it over the surface of the steel, for it wasn't the force that would produce the shine, it was the time and the patience, waiting for the finish to be revealed.
Each time the sandpaper was changed for one finer, and before our eyes the steel's shine began to show, and when he reached the finest one of all, the mirror shine was there and the pieces seemed to glow.
Only then was he able to make the actual piece, that was the easier part; but the majority of his time was spent in preparation, his patience to bring out the beauty he knew was there from the start.
There was a time when I felt like one of those dull pieces of steel, dull and discarded on the ground; feeling that there was nothing I could do, I had no purpose, and my sadness was profound.
But then there came that day when the Master Craftsman found me and chose me from all that were to be, and started His slow and patient work, to reveal the
beauty hidden inside of me.
For only He knew what would bring out the shine, for only He could see, that inside that dull exterior, was His child waiting to be set free.
The process was painful at first, to 'give up' all those things I clung to as 'mine' - but when the sanding was finished for now, God had given me a brand new shine.
The sadness and shame had been sanded away, and the shine would never grow dim, for when it was done, I became like a mirror, reflecting only Him.
Now I was ready to start that new life, the one that God had in mind, for now that I was truly His, no better one could I find.
The path that He made for me to go down was full of blessings and grace so true, and just down that path and around the corner was the gift of love that God gave me - it was you.
I am so glad that God found me and chose to make me over brand new, and for the beauty He's put in my life, and the wonder of loving you.
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