meditation

I sit here thinking through Ephesians 2. My leg hurts. It is a burning, searing pain that can't be completely ignored. My printer is humming. I have Mercy Me playing quietly in the background.

I am thinking about being God's workmanship, his Ποίημα, (the word from which we get "poem").

This work he is doing in my life: I know it won't stop. He begun the good work. He's going to finish it (Philippians 1:6). I am so thankful for that. Forgive me for my little Greek rants. I am new to studying it, and I find it fascinating.
Here's a tidbit. In the verse, His is first. It's like he is saying, "His workmanship we are." God's. I am God's work. I was thinking wow, I have work to do, but God's work is me. He sits in the highest heaven and works on me through his Word and the Spirit.

And the work he has for me to do...he prepared it for me. I didn't have to find stuff to do on my own. The sovereign Lord of the universe prepared good works for me to put my faith into practice.