It Is Forever Written

I wrote a poem yesterday.  Not my usual choice of writing style.  But the words were flowing, so I went with it.  My heart poured.  God always meets me on the page (or computer screen).  It was an intimate and beautiful moment He and I.  A moment for me to be thankful and praise Him.  Sacred, deep and part of how I worship Him.  My love to my Lord and our story....forever written.

Though, as I finished writing ...my computer flickered and a window appeared to ask me if I wanted to save my document and before I could respond...it flickered again and started shutting down.  It does this periodically to reconfigure things.  It always kicks back on and brings all windows and documents back up that had originally been on my screen.  I hoped that all would be there when it came back on.  Everything came back except the ONE document.  The one with my poem of praise and thanksgiving.  OF COURSE!  Right? 

I just sat there.  Dumbfounded.  Now what?  How can I write that all over again? Can I even remember it?  Is it now forever UNwritten?  Gone? 

Then I thought, how ironic that the very poem my computer erased, talked of how I used to be silenced and how when I accepted Christ, He had given me a voice.  It spoke of what He had done for me, in me and through me.  It spoke of His Grace and Love.  It spoke of the call He put within me for writing and speaking.  All now gone from my computer.

The praise music thumping in my ear buds, penetrated the moment....the words of the song encouraged me.

I was reminded of a verse that speaks of how God never takes away what he has already freely given.  This beautiful relationship that God and I have and our story can never be erased.  It is forever written. This story of God and I will always be within me, no matter how many times Satan tries to shut it down.  I felt a nudge to try again.

I opened up a new document.  Closed my eyes and saw in my mind's eye the first line of the poem I had originally written.  My fingers moved.  I typed and typed.  The words of the poem gradually appeared on the screen.  It flowed from the same place from which it had before.   And once again, it was in it's finished form.

I realized as I looked at the screen that the poem was exactly word for word as it had been before.  I saw in a simple everyday living moment that that which has been given can never be taken or erased.  My story is forever written.  The story of what God has done for me and how he shines through me, can never be darkened.  His love and grace are never to be undone. 

"For God's gifts and His call are irrevocable. (He never withdraws them when once they are given, and He does not change His mind about those to whom He gives His grace or to whom He sends His call.)" - Romans 11:29 AMP   

It is forever written.

Friends, if you are a new Christian or new returning Christian, I want you to know that what has been given to you can not be taken away.  What ever God has done in your life since you accepted Him, it is for all time.  He will never remove his love or grace for you.  He doesn't suddenly think one day, "You know, she/he just isn't acting the way I would like.  I just won't love her/him anymore."  This new walk you are on may have some challenging moments, but be encouraged that you will always he HIS chosen son or daughter.  He will never stop loving you.  And that when ever Satan tries to put out God's light in you, he will not succeed.  Your story is forever written.

I included the poem I was working on below.  Make sure you read the VERY last line.  It was not in the original poem.   It is definitely the cherry on top.  I love how my God used Satan's computer shut down and erasing of my document for the beautiful reminder in this post.

A Chosen Daughter

My little girl heart was orphaned.
Father of Father's you adopted me.
If adoption means to be chosen,
then I am Your "Chosen" Daughter.
My name written long ago.
My life upon your lips.
You breathed life in me twice.
Once at first light.
The other, as I slumped weeping 
at the foot of your sacrifice.
I cried for purpose of 
the scattered pieces beneath my knees.
You promised.

You took my once silenced heart and whispers
and brought the words into the light
and gave volume to a voice once unheard.
You took my hand and pulled me up
and told me of my worth and your great love for me.
YOU TOLD ME WHO I AM.

You en-dwelled a spirit in this brokenness.
The beautiful began to tether the shattered ugly together.
Your LIGHT shining through, using my beautiful mess
as a beacon .... to...You.

It is forever written.