The idea of being made in someone's image, what does it mean? As a young girl, I remember thinking of God as a person. To be made in his image meant the same shape, the same anatomical structure. Yet, this was inconsistent with the description of God I encountered as I became older and more educated. What did it mean?
I don't remember when I first understood, but since that moment, my life has never been the same. Because when you realize how you were made, you realize why you were made. I came to understand that when God made us with hands, it was not because he has hands, but because he creates. He made us with hearts and emotions not because he simply possesses these attributes but because he loves. We were made like him because were made for him.
In the same way the innate sense that we were made for something and for someone. The lifelong search for "the one" and fulfillment.
Painfully, I see others hopelessly searching and trying to fill their days with enough distractions to con themselves into ignorance.
All the while, I've found it.
Rest, peace, joy, and contentment.
And while the world rushes in around me at times to flood my mind and I forget, this is the reason I was made. If I never find love, if I spend my life working tirelessly, and never acquire fortune or fame, I have found all I need.
Life seems rough sometimes, but to look in the mirror of my image and see some semblance of Christ, I am filled with joy.
And it's two weeks before finals. I have three exams this coming week and finish with four the next. I am learning over and over that He is the giver of peace.
Watermark, "The Purest Place"
