living ink

from 2Corinthians 3:

You are our epistle written in our hearts, known and read by all men; clearly you are an epistle of Christ, ministered by us, written not with ink but by the Spirit of the living God, not on tablets of stone but on tablets of flesh, that is, of the heart.

I read this passage a lot last week – with the desire to write about it.  I love how Paul gave such a clear picture – that the Corinthians were to being a living epistle of Christ- not just in word as Paul taught them, but in deed.

And every time I sat down to put my thoughts in writing, you know what I realized?

Last week was full of my very own personal examples how NOT to be a living epistle.  seriously.  I won’t even begin a list because I failed big time.  As a Momma, Teacher, Musician, Runner, you name it – I blew it!  And that’s too depressing for everyone to read.

Truly, I find myself at the beginning of this week, grateful for His grace and for a Monday morning that gives me a fresh start.

At any rate, there is one place I can look and see the example that Paul describes. I can see it right out my kitchen window, in my backyard.

remember this?

That’s our workshop.  My husband’s been in the process of building it for three years, with the help of his dad.  Over the last two weekends drywall has been going up inside.  This. is. big.  He is on the home stretch and we are closer than ever to guitars being made.  right here.  on Logger lane.

His patience, dedication, perseverance, and wisdom over time is remarkable.  And – shall I say it?  I believe it is the result of the Holy Spirit in him, giving him every ability, whether physical, emotional, mental, financial – everything necessary to continue, even when he’s been discouraged or defeated.

The longer we move forward in this journey, the more I see my husband and this shop as a living and breathing picture of God at work! He is calling, equipping and producing at every step.  And someday, hopefully soon, music will be played on guitars my husband has made-  an authentic, living epistle to the glory of God!

And here’s my trip down memory lane…