Frame (by D.A. Cobb)

After all these years I finally purchased a frame for my college diploma. Its border is made of mahogany, has a gold band around the edges and at the bottom the university’s name is written in bold script. It hangs proudly in my study and reminds me of long ago times and past accomplishments.

I also have picture frames where memories of the special and the treasured are stored. Some are displayed for all to see and others placed in drawers for this writer’s eyes only. I sleep on a mattress that is on a bed frame which gives me rest and comfort.  My car sits on a chassis frame and the early process of building my home was the wood frame. And don’t forget the arrested who cry out, “I’ve been framed.” Of course there’s the tenth frame in bowling, a movie frame, someone’s frame of mind and my often lost frames and reading glasses.

Hear David as he sings these words to the Lord,

“I praise you because I am fearfully and wonderfully made;

your works are wonderful,

I know that full well.

My frame was not hidden from you

when I was made in the secret place.

When I was woven together in the depths of the earth,”

Psalm 139: 14-15

We are all born in the image of the Creator but within our own special and unique frames. Some are tall, others short, some slight and others wide. All different sizes, colors and features. We are His children long before birth, through death, ultimately coming to rest in His everlasting care. He is a close and watchful parent with His arms of grace wrapped tightly around my precious soul while His loving presence surrounds me with friendship and love. When I pleaded for forgiveness it was He who adopted me into His kingdom and called me by name.

That is why I call Him, “Father.”

Isaiah 64:8

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