What did God mean when He spoke me?

What right have I to be here on this earth?

Here,
taking up space,
demanding time,
using resources.

What right have I to demand that things be done my way?

according to my plan,
within my specifications,
according to my schedule.

I have no right to these. Not any claim on these.
Any more than you or you or you or you.

Nevertheless, I am here.
I’m meant for something. 
Meant to be someone.
Maybe I’m just meant.

What if, when God spoke me into existence, the one who I am today is exactly what He meant, exactly what He had in mind, and exactly as He hoped?

Wouldn’t that be something?!
 

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About wlebolt

Wendy is a health and fitness professional and coach who specializes in helping young athletes dig deep to reach high. Her business, Fit2Finish, LLC, serves the Washington DC metropolitan area.

Posted on March 6, 2017, in Christian, God, Lent, poetry and tagged , , , , . Bookmark the permalink. Leave a comment.

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