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The Formed Thing

I have a big red nose. I have had it for a while now. It is big. It is red. It is big. Oh I already said that didn't I.

Sometimes I wonder what I would look like with a different nose. I wonder how it might be to have a tiny proboscis. I said the same thing twice because I wonder in various ways. 

I laugh and tell people that God has a sense of humor because of the way he made my nose. I laugh on the outside but cry inside. Not really. I don't cry or even think much about my nose. 

I'll have you know that my nose was a part of God's plan. As the old saying goes, “God don't make junk!” So, I knows that my nose is no junk. 

I read Isaiah 29:16 this morning and thought of my nose. In the NKJV the text reads like this:

Surely you have things turned around!
Shall the potter be esteemed as the clay;
For shall the thing made say of him who made it,
“He did not make me”?
Or shall the thing formed say of him who formed it,
“He has no understanding”?

Well, shall it? Shall the thing made question its Maker? Shall I question God about why he made my nose so funny? I do at times.

God makes, refines and uses His creations for a purpose. The ultimate purpose for each vessel is to bring honor and glory to Him. THAT is the bottom line for every created thing in the universe. 

There is a funny saying here in Brazil. I have been here for nearly 17 years now and just picked up this saying recently. I’m very observant. The saying goes like this, “He thinks that he is the owner of his own nose.” It means, “He thinks that he is in control of his future” or “He is in control of his own destiny”. And he has a right to think that way. 

I am the owner of my nose only because it is on my face. God put it there 61 years ago as He formed me in Venna’s womb. She had no control over that process nor did I. It was an act of the all wise Creator. 

My nose is not sacred, holy or untouchable. It is, however, designed by God. So, don't mess with God's creation!

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