BEAUTY FOR ASHES
My Life-The Bad and The Beautiful
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Introduction
To Be Read.
I begin by agreeing with and applying to myself Henry David Thoreau’s comment in Walden, “I should not talk so much about myself
if there were anyone else whom I knew as well.”
The Bad and the Beautiful
As you look at my life
You will find manyflaws,
Actions that I regret, wrongs done in weakness,
sucking from me the virtues that are impossible
without a new life motivated by Divine Love.
That love came
at the age of twenty.
The bad was exchanged
for the beautiful,
love permeated
my being and I started
my life on the narrow path
that leads to honor.
But take another look.
On the narrow road
struggles choke out the good,
until faith overcomes
crushing out the bad,
making a path for the beautiful,
words and works done in faith,
which bring forth
tears of gratitude as God
give me beauty
for my ashes
and allows me to see
glimpses of his glory.
This is my story.
You may wonder what motivated me to write this autobiography. Two short anecdotes will help explain. Once there was a little boy who scribbled all over the wall in the living room of his house. His mom caught him in the act and started to scold him for his actions. An artist happened to be visiting at that moment and saw and heard what was going on. He stopped the boy’s mom in mid conversation and said, “I think I can help.” He got his paints and brushes and drew a beautiful picture around the bad marks the child had scribbled all over the wall.
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Once I had a dream. In my dream I saw a large screen. On half the screen pieces of wood floated across and formed part of a cross in which was written, “All have sinned and come short of the glory of God.”
In my dream I thought, “Something is missing!” Then pieces of wood floated across the screen forming the other half of the cross. On that half these words formed, “God so loved the world that he gave his only begotten Son that whosoever believes in him should not perish but have everlasting life.”
The cross before me was empty except for the words written on it. The one who had died on the cross was risen. He had triumphed through the cross and over came sin, death and hell. That is the balance and beauty of the greatest story ever told and the true story that gave me beauty for my ashes.
Once
I lived.
I grew.
I laughed.
I failed.
I hurt.
I was ashes.
Then
I searched. I hoped. I found. I repented. I believed.
I endured.
I failed.
I cried.
I succeeded.
I loved.
I rejoiced.
I died.
Now
I’m glorified!
Dean L. Gossett
About the Author
Dean L Gossett lived, grew, and laughed. He failed. He hurt. He felt he was ashes. Then He searched. He hoped. He found the answer to life. He admitted his need. He believed in the remedy. He was given beauty for his ashes. He began a new life filled with miracles. This is his life. Child. Young