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God's Masterpiece

"For we are God's masterpiece. He has created us anew in Christ Jesus, so we can do the good things He planned for us long ago."
Ephesians 2:10

I enjoyed a new experience on my jog last night: jogging with a friend! I typically jog alone because it's my quiet time with the Lord, but I think spending time encouraging and being encouraged by others is important as well.

We actually did quite well in our run. We ran 2.5 miles in 30:51, with an average pace of 12:19. We were both excited! The night was cool, our run was enjoyable, but most of all, we shared some great conversation.

(The fact that we could talk while we were running still amazes me!)

I think we as women often forget how important we are to the Lord. We get so caught up in our feelings of insecurity that we forget that we are "fearfully and wonderfully made." (Psalm 139:14) God created us just the way we are for a purpose. He wants to use us if we will just let Him!

I love reading Ephesians 2:10. I memorized it so that I can think on it daily. I am God's masterpiece! When I accepted Christ as my Savior, I was created anew. From the time I was conceived, God had good things planned for me. The only thing I have to do now is trust God and do them! 

I just want this friend to know that she, too, is God's masterpiece! She is beautiful, inside and out, and I haven't just read in Scripture that God has good things planned for her, I also feel it in my heart! 

"Hold firmly to the Word of Life; then, on the day of Christ's return, I will be proud that I did not run the race in vain and that my work was not useless." Philippians 2:16

So run, girl! You've got this! And God does, too! 

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