I woke up this morning with a child’s Sunday School song on my brain:
He’s still working on me
to make me what I ought to be.
It took Him just a week to make the moon and the stars;
the sun and the earth and Jupiter and Mars.
How loving and patient He must be.
He’s still working on me.
While it was a somewhat strange thing to have going on in my head, it was a great reminder and a nice encouragement. I am very grateful that God hasn’t finished working on me yet; that He hasn’t lost patience when I do the idiotic things that I am often wont to do. It’s nice to be reminded that the way things are isn’t the way they will always be. If I seek after Him, He will continue to make me in His image.