Seeds from a Scarlet Sister

Seeds from a Scarlet Sister ~

Isaiah 1:18 says "Though your sins are like scarlet, they shall be as white as snow..."

I mischeviously call myself a 'Scarlet Sister in Christ'. From the world's perspective, I am scarlet because of my sins. I am far from being a perfect person (let alone Christian) in any way, shape, or form. But from Christ's perspective, I'm scarlet by the blood of his redemption. His salvation that transformed my scarletest of sins to the whitest of snows. Though I may still fumble and fall, I am forgiven. And what I long to share with others through my writings on this "Life with Autism" blog I'm writing, are the seeds of hope, humor, healing.

No matter how scarlet our sins, no matter how stained the world that we live in, no matter how difficult the journey we're on, - as long as God is our Savior, he will be with us. He will love us. He will never forsake us.

Some days I just marvel at that.

Michelle M. Guppy

August 7, 2010

The story I hear...


He gazes ever so peacefully at the water
Calmed by its movement
Tranquil

I smile at him
Amazed

And think of all the people he's touched

Hope he's given
Scriptures he's lived
Laughter he's brought
Lessons he's taught
Tears he's shared
Anger he's tamed
Pain he's endured
Obstacles he's overcome

His complexity of need reminding me to be content with what I have
His timelessness of a moment mocking my pursuit of more time in a day
His imperfections humbling my perception of perfect
His ignorance challenging me to redefine what intelligence is

The grudges he does not know how to hold
The decit he does not know how to contrive
The ugliness he cannot differentiate from beauty
The black he does not know from white
The insecurities he does not understand he should have
The academic achievement he doesn't feel a failure for not possessing
The career he isn't ashamed of not having to make him feel worthy

I watch him in wonder at his wisdom

Jealously

Enviously

He understands the music of life
He's moved by its rhythm
He dances to its melody
Unashamed
Unhindered
Unbridled

I watch

I listen

His eyes sparkle
As his soul sings out

His story

The story I hear
From the child
Who has never spoken


Written by Michelle M. Guppy


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