Not purposely mind you, but I think I’ve often made God in my image and likeness rather than knowing God created me in His image and likeness.

My mind creates personified visions of an old and wise Father figure who is hard and austere. I have to prove myself to Him daily. At times the pressure I put on myself to be perfect crushes me and I give up. I felt it was pointless to try. After a season or few I’d try try again to prove myself to Him. After all, I was a miserable wretch of a person who needed to make up for lost time.

I don’t see God that way anymore. God is a Spirit.
I read where the heart of a child that doesn’t judge inherits the Kingdom of Heaven. I read that the fruit of the Spirit is love, joy, peace, patience, gentleness, goodness, meekness, self control and faith. I read that true worshippers must learn to worship God in Spirit and in Truth.

Perhaps my entire life I have had it wrong. Maybe true wisdom lay in the heart of an incorruptible child who plays, has a sense of humor, dances, sings and forgives. Easily entreated. Loves without prejudice? Maybe God has the infinite wisdom that an eternal Father figure would have but has the playfulness and heart of a child? What if God really is only disappointed in me that I don’t accept myself and infinite grace? Maybe God is really only disappointed that I don’t come out and play more?

What if I have been hiding from God because of my man made vision and label of God when really He wants me to come out and play. Maybe He wants me to love, dance, sing and make joyful noise without fear of repercussion or judgement?

I’ll think about it while getting my vitamin D3 and exercise in for a bit.

A testimony, Monday, June 20, 2022