Let's Be Real

I like flowery, poetic words. I really do. I always have. But there comes a time when you realize that eloquent words have the tendency to be just that: Words. That's it. Nothing to sustain or give life to. We don't become holy by using righteous lingo. We don't become like Jesus by speaking the churchy, Jesus-y, spiritual words, no matter how badly we want to, no matter how good our intentions. We are molded into His image when we allow Him to do just that: Mold. Build. Tear down. Break apart. Wound. Heal. Restructure. Reform. Recreate. Constantly. It's easy to talk it up. So easy. What's not easy is to allow the Creator to have His way. But that's the only fruit that lasts. It doesn't come from words. It comes from regeneration. From sanctification. An internal work that is so real and holy, it spills out and affects everything around it. God help us to be real. Do the work in us.