Created for His Glory

A book I was reading a while back posed the question, "Why is it that when people pursue fulfillment in money and things, fulfillment is elusive?"  My response was "Because it's not true fulfillment for us.  We were made in the image of God, so it stands to reason that HE is where we are designed to find our fulfillment!"

Genesis 1:27 (NIV) says "So God created man in his own image, in the image of God he created him; male and female he created them."  This doesn't mean that we have the same facial features, the same hair color, et cetera, but rather that we have an eternal soul.  There is more to it than that, but at this point it's something intangible, something that will be revealed when we are finally in Heaven with Him.  "Now we see but a poor reflection as in a mirror; then we shall see face to face.  Now I know in part; then I shall know fully, even as I am fully known." (I Corinthians 13:12, NIV)  Bottom line: God made us.  "For you created my inmost being; you knit me together in my mother's womb.  I praise you because I am fearfully and wonderfully made; your works are wonderful, I know that full well." (Psalm 139:13-14, NIV)  When He created us, it was more than just our physical bodies.  He gave us souls, emotion, drive and purpose.  His purpose.  "For in him we live and move and have our being." (Acts 17:28a, NIV)

That is how we are created in His image!  We have been created for His purpose, for His glory!  Without Him in our daily life, we are empty.  We try to fill that emptiness with things around us that look pleasing, but it's like trying to fill a strainer with water.  The strainer was not designed to hold water, just like we were not designed to be fulfilled by worldly pursuits.

Dear Preteen Who Keeps Stealing My Hairbrush...

Oh, my child.  My sweet, sweet daughter whom I love.  Why do you continually insist on stealing my hairbrush?

Is it because you don't have one of your own?  No, that's not it... between you and your two sisters, you possess at LEAST five hairbrushes.  Five, not three, because we have extras for traveling and that odd day that one has been misplaced.

Is it because mine is somehow better than yours?  No, that's not it either... two of the aforementioned brushes are identical to mine.

Is it because you mistook mine for yours, since they are the same style of brush?  No, still not it... to get my brush, you have to cross the house and intentionally enter my bathroom to collect my hairbrush from that basket that is its home.

This morning, I had to tame my mane with your father's comb because not only have you apparently lost all five of your hairbrushes, you have now also lost mine in the abyss that you and your sisters call your bedroom.

Time to clean your room, Ladies!