The Testing of Our Works

testing of our worksNow if any man builds on the foundation with gold, silver, precious stones, wood, hay, straw,  each man’s work will become evident; for the day will show it because it is to be revealed with fire, and the fire itself will test the quality of each man’s work.…

I Corinthians 3:12-13

This is a guest post By Belinda Morse

As it all begins to crash down around me, I cling to God. Past works, current ones, deeds done for the wrong reasons, wrong heart attitudes, all of it brought before God. In this moment, in His power, I know He will justly decide what stands and what falls. It was my choice…has always been my choice.

As the storm clouds gather, lightning and thunder raging, I squeeze God even tighter. I can no longer watch as my ‘works’ are judged. Burying my face into God’s robes I let the silent tears fall. I have no idea what will remain when the judgment is over. I know God. I know His promises. I know shame has no place in my life, but I still cannot bear to look. Would any of my works survive? Had I truly lived a life glorifying to God?

“My child, look. Look at what remains, it is beautiful.”

Cautiously, I unbury my face, slowly observing the remains of my work on earth. The sky above, perfectly clear, the raging waters gone. A strip of beautiful golden buildings sat before me. Laughter, words of encouragement, tears of joy echoed throughout. My heart felt about to burst, as I searched this sudden city God had brought forth of my “works”. At the end of the city I saw it. I saw the tower of black, billowing smoke that represented my selfish works. What I had done for myself instead of God. My heart broke and I began to tremble. God’s hands rested on my shoulders. “Father I am so sorry…How…What could I have done differently?”

“You see the beautiful city I have made by the works you gave me?”

“Yes. It is beyond anything I could imagine.”

“Everything you did in My name, for My glory, you placed in my hands. That tower is filled with everything you refused to place in my hands. The things you kept from me. While you walked the earth I never intended for you to hold onto anything.”

“I should have let go.”

“You are with Me now. That life is finished.”

In a single moment the black tower vanished as God led me into the golden city.

About Naomi Fata

My name is Naomi Fata. I'm a wife, mom, work at home mom, writer and coach. I love to encourage others in faith, family and business. When I'm not sewing, writing, or encouraging you might find me buried in a book or jogging on the treadmill. You can follow my journey through facebook, twitter or instagram
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