Dance in the colors of God

It's been a month. And there is still dirt on the floor, hair in the carpet, mud on the walls. Or so the devil wishes us all to believe. In reality, the sky is blue, the sun is bright and there is a smile on God's face towards us. I'm trying to remember that.  Recently, I've been living for myself, for fun, for the idea that life is all about me. But while doing that, I've tried to minister to others and all I do is minister myself. My broken, dirty, messed up self. And that never helps anyone. Our pastor spoke on being a vessel of honor and purity last Sunday, and God kept knocking at the door of my heart about it. It's easy to be a vessel of dishonor without "sinning" in the way we think of it. We can be unholy without losing our salvation. And unholiness and unrighteousness hold us back from the true will of God, and how He wants to use us. I've noticed this in my own life and I made a decision to not allow myself the supposed pleasure that the world offers if it holds me back from God. He is so much more worth it. The Lord is gracious, slow to anger and rich in mercy. And I'm grateful. Don't look at life as a blank wall, but look at it as a painting, full of color and life. Enjoy the beauty:)