You made a mistake
You’ve made lots of mistakes
Your life seems full of mistakes
Or feels like one big mistake
That is not your life
Mistakes are there
They are in your life
They are not your life
The weight of your mistakes may feel like a huge boulder
But that rock does not define you
That rock is raw, unrefined, impure, nothing to look at, nothing special
But that rock is not you
You are pure, unrefined, buried inside
You are gold
Pure gold
You can’t see it
But He does
The refiner sees you
He holds that rough rock in his hands
He brushes off the dust, holds it close and smiles
He smiles at the pure gold that you are
Slowly, deliberately
He holds you over a flame
Not to hurt you
Not to scar you
Not to threaten you
You are not the rock
You are the gold inside
He holds you steadily
And you feel yourself melting
Wondering if you’ll survive
And why must you suffer
But you are not the rock
You are the gold
He burns away the dross
And He smiles as He sees Himself in you
Gold
Pure gold
You are not your mistakes
You are not a mistake
You are gold
Pure Gold
His gold
His creation
His child
His
You are His
