A Lump Of Clay
Do you ever feel like a lump of clay? I’ve been feeling a little like that these days. You see, God didn’t just fashion me in my mother’s womb, but He continues to fashion me, to mold me and shape me into His image. God has really been speaking to me about many things over the last week, and it’s a little overwhelming. And I feel as if I’ve been wrestling in my heart a little bit with some things. I know His ways are best, but I haven’t fully yielded my heart in these areas. I want to hang onto these things, afraid that if I let go, I will never see them again. But then He comes, ever so gently, and speaks to my heart, and reminds me that His ways are higher than my ways, and His thoughts are higher than my thoughts (Isaiah 55:9), and that He will take care of my heart. It’s a vulnerable place, uncomfortable. And it hurts sometimes, at first. What will He ask me to do while I am on the Potter’s Wheel? What will He ask me to lay down? Will my dreams die on the Potter’s Wheel? Am I willing to allow Him to take my weakness, my unformed, imperfect state, and place it in His hands. Do I trust Him enough to know that the outcome will be greater than what I could have imagined?
We are never complete, as long as we walk this earth. God is always refining us, molding us and shaping us more into His image. Just when we think we may have arrived at our destination, He looks at us, sees our imperfections and says, “I can fix that, if she will allow me to”. So we yield. We say YES, even if it’s a weak YES. And so He comes in His gentleness and reduces us once again to that lump of clay and places us ever so gently on the Potter’s Wheel, where we are lovingly molded and shaped again for His purposes in the hands of the Master Potter.
I found this awesome video to share with you. The song playing is called, The Potter’s Hand by Darlene Zschech. This is a beautiful illustration of a potter molding and shaping a lump of clay for an intended purpose.
Today I am choosing to yield my heart and my imperfections into the hands of the Master Potter. He has promised me He will care for my heart. Even though I am a little unsure of what the end result will be, but I am trusting that God’s purpose in me will be displayed in greater ways.
And yet, O Lord, you are our Father. We are the clay, and you are the potter. We all are formed by your hand. (Isaiah 64:8)