The dictionary describes constant as:
con·stant
adj.
1. Continually occurring; persistent.
2. Regularly recurring: plagued by constant interruptions.
3. Unchanging in nature, value, or extent; invariable.
4. Steadfast in purpose, loyalty, or affection; faithful.
1) Continually occurring persistent.
Gods love to me is continually occurring. Why? Not sure yet. Can't explain this constant other than He loves me.
2) Regularly recurring: plagued by constant interruptions.
This would be when I get my eyes off of Him and busy doing other stuff... He will constantly interrupt my will... every time!
3) Unchanging in nature, value, or extent.
I think this is why the Word is called "The Living Word". We deal with issues much differently than people 100 years ago. But Gods word is the same. Years ago, while some may argue it was a simpler time, people dealt with much different issues than you and I deal with today. He did not love the man that tilled the fields for 12 hours a day any more than He love the man that now sits behind a desk for 12 hours a day. The constant is the same, the issues different. The farmer dealt with bugs and weather. The business man deals with people and situations. Neither of which either "man" can control or change. The constant is Gods ability to give that person peace. Me personally.. I'd rather deal with the bugs and the weather... just saying.
4) Steadfast in purpose, loyalty, and or affection. Faithful.
Wow... does this not sum God up in a few words? It may not appear to the outside world, for I am much too outspoken(working on it), I speak then think, act then think(working on it.. I really am), usually Ive noticed in response to defending an "underdog" or someone less fortunate, or a family member.I'm working on it... learning I cant control people or situations. But I am forever thankful He is my constant. He is steadfast in His purpose for me( not sure what that is yet), He is loyal to me, all I have to do is call. And He is faithful to answer.
I am His beautifully confused mess. Somewhere in all this mess there is a constant. The constant is Him and His love for me. I think I'm starting to get a picture of the way God sees us. Many of you know I love to paint. LOVE doing faux finishes. When I look at a blank wall or a damaged wall, I don't see the blankness or the damage, visually I see what that wall could be.
Example:
We, Mark and I, did a room make over.. one of my favorites of all Ive ever done. It was a white room with one window, closet door and entrance door. No trim on anything except a standard 2 inch baseboard. The walls did not have texture, the ceiling was that <cringe> blown stuff from the 70s. The lady only had one request. She wanted a guest room that was different, warm and inviting, but mostly different. All she had to go in the room was a black chest and a black wrought iron head and foot board. OOOOOh the possibilities.
I didn't see the white walls.. the blank canvas. In my mind I could see the end result. I didn't see the hours of scrapping that crap off the ceiling, or dirty words said while putting crown molding at the ceiling. All I could see was the layers of warm orange textured color wash against white crown molding. A new black light fixture against a new textured ceiling. A white spread with brightly colored throw pillows of orange and yellow against the black wrought iron bed. Pictures of landscapes on the wall that brought all the colors together. It truly was one of the most beautiful rooms Ive ever done. The lady when she came home from work stood in amazement, where two days before she thought .. oh my what have I done while she stared at scraped ceilings and funky looking texture streaks on the wall.. drywall dust and trim scraps. The constant in the room?? Me the creator... I could see the end result, even if no one else could.
I think my life is in the drywall dust and trim scrap stage. Bear with me... I'll get to the amazing stage.. one of these days.. LOL
