HIS WORK IN ME AIN’T THROUGH

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“Unfinished” by Mandisa

Not scared to say it, I used to be the one
Preaching it to you, that you could overcome
I still believe it, but it ain’t easy
‘Cause that world I painted, where things just all work out
It started changing and I started having doubts
And it got me so down

But I picked myself back up
And I started telling me
No, my God’s not done
Making me a masterpiece
He’s still working on me

unfinished
He started something good and I’m gonna believe it
He started something good and He’s gonna complete it
So I’ll celebrate the truth
His work in me ain’t through
I’m just unfinished
I’m just unfinished
So I’ll celebrate the truth
His work in me ain’t through
I’m just unfinished

I know His history and the kind of God He is
He might make it a mystery
But He’s proving I can trust in Him
And yeah, I believe it

So I can pick myself back up
And keep on telling me
No, my God’s not done
Making me a masterpiece
No, my God’s not done

He started something good and I’m gonna believe it
He started something good and He’s gonna complete it
So I’ll celebrate the truth
His work in me ain’t through
I’m just unfinished
(Yeah)
I’m just unfinished
So I’ll celebrate the truth
His work in me ain’t through

Still workin’
Still, still workin’ on me
He’s still workin’
Still, still workin’ on me

He started something good and I’m gonna believe it
He started something good and He’s gonna complete it
So I’ll celebrate the truth
His work in me ain’t through
I’m just unfinished
I’m just unfinished
(I’m just unfinished)
So I’ll celebrate the truth
His work in me ain’t through
I’m just unfinished

Still workin’
Still, still workin’ on me
He’s still workin’
Still, still workin’ on me
Oh, yeah
I’m just unfinished.

I have just listened to this song for the first time today, and I am in the right mental space to acknowledge that truly, I am unfinished.
Yesterday on my way home late in the night, I kept asking myself …”What next?” My options seemed to have come to naught. Then it hit me. Availability or scarcity of resources mean nothing until you step up to the plate, set your eyes on a target and play, dance, teach, love, seek like you have nothing to lose.
It isn’t about what others think of you. Its all about how you relate with yourself. I guess the simple truths in life have become cliche to the point that we have become immune.
I am going back to the basics. He is not finished with me. As He works on me, I will work for Him.
PS: Today was DAY TWO at the gym. Yay! (though my left arm hurts like I just got ran over 😦
So I pick myself back up
And keep on telling me
No, my God’s not done
Making me a masterpiece
No, my God’s not done.
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