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Topic: The Manuscript (04/29/10)
TITLE: My Life is Just Like My Manuscript
By Christine Ramey
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My life seems to be an open manuscript. There is always something interesting to read or to write within my manuscript. It does not matter the day or the time and yet you will find something amazing in it. Yes, my life is just like a manuscript.
There are days when my life seems to be filled with happiness and contentment. Then again other days, life can be full of surprises. Our hearts can be captured in a blink of an eye at a moment’s notice. A kind word or a kind deed can ease the heart of a wayward soul. Hearing the sounds of a babies cry as the mother rocks it to sleep. Saying, “I Love You!” can mean so much when said suddenly. These may sounds like little things but some that have never experienced it—this could change their life. These are the things that make me remember I am loved.
Just like a manuscript, I can have my scary moments of confusion and instability. Sometimes I can even face anger. I find myself thrown to the curve when these things happen. My life has known death. My life has faced sorrows. It has even faced humility. I do not know how God can put up with a pore written life like mine.
I have done many things that I am not proud of at all. I know these things would be embarrassing for others to see. Sometimes they would even be unkind and impulsive. I know that I am not perfect. I make my mistakes and my plots seem to turn on a dime. I feel messed up and scared. I am afraid of what others will think of me. I know my manuscript is not as good as others, because some may never open this book of life of mine to see the beauty that is held on the inside.
It seems impossible to catch the spotlight for even a moment. The spotlight that holds on while others seems to drift off. Yes, my life is just like my manuscript dusty and faded. Dusty from sitting on the shelf that no one has bothered to open or to read. Nevertheless, the facts they are missing about my life are so misunderstood. It is true what they say, “You cannot judge a book by its cover!”
Though I am dusty and my words seem faded it is because I have been found worthless. I have not yet found the reason for my existence. I have not yet found those words that bleed into my soul day in and day out. The words that would read I have been forgiven for all of my sins. The words would cry out and say that I am loved. The words could speak of a Christ who died on an old rugged cross just for me. These words that I call out now will be bringing such peace and hope to all of those who would have read my manuscript. Yet, no one has come to claim me.
My manuscript needs to be held by my Heavenly Father. With every turn of the page He makes those words would breathe aloud. It would cause an ear or an eye to lean my way. It would give me a notice to what my beauty holds on the inside. I need you to understand that this Heavenly Father is the one that turned my life around and made this manuscript what it is today. Yes, this manuscript is my testament to what the Heavenly Father has done for me. It is how He has changed my life.
You see, now that His hands have touched the soul of my manuscript and created a new look for me. I can now be proud as others look at my new and shinny cover to see that there is something different on the inside of me. I am not the same anymore since my Heavenly Father looked me over. It is because of Him that my old life is now no more. This new life that I now know has a different look on the inside. It is beauty can be clearly seen. This manuscript of mine is a beauty to behold and it is called “My New Life!”
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