no. 19 – Valuable Vessel

In college I took an Art 101 class.  There was some tedious work, but for the most part, I enjoyed learning and participating in the activities. And then it came time to use the potter’s wheel. YIKES. {Why does our brain immediately think of Ghost?} Part of me couldn’t wait to make something yet the other part didn’t even want to try. It seemed so complicated. So challenging. With one wrong move your beautiful piece of art would drastically change shape, develop an air bubble or worse, would become deformed and deemed “invaluable.”

Have you ever felt invaluable? It is a terrible feeling. Maybe it was a choice you made or what someone said about you that left you in this state. Like that piece of artwork, a slight slip of the hand changed everything. Or maybe, you have been “formed” a certain way for so long that you don’t think it is possible to ever change shape or become a person of greater value.

Perhaps this is on my heart because of how I felt today. I feel like I exhibited so many of my old behaviors {my old shape}. Impatience. Quick to become angry. Unsympathetic. God has been molding and shaping me in incredible ways the last few years and today it seemed I’d never even been in the Potter’s hand. Not a proud moment I must confess.

But our God is good. Tonight while reading in Jeremiah, I was reminded of His plans and His promises. You see, Israel was a crazy bunch of people. They had so many promises from God and yet they lived their lives for personal pleasure and gain. God’s anger was fierce and He did not tolerate their sin. In this particular passage God has asked Jeremiah,

“Go down to the potter’s house, and there I will give you my message.” 
So I went down to the potter’s house, and I saw him working at the wheel.  
But the pot he was shaping from the clay was marred in his hands; 
so the potter formed it into another pot, shaping it as seemed best to him
Then the word of the Lord came to me: 
O house of Israel, can I not do with you as this potter does?” declares the Lord. 
Like clay in the hand of the potter, so are you in my hand, O house of Israel.
Jeremiah 18:1 – 6
It gives me great peace when I read, “Like clay in the hand of the potter, so you are in my hand.” When left on my own, I rely on my own strength, my own abilities and often resemble a very marred piece of clay. With my repentant heart, the Potter presses and guides my form so that I become more like Him. He is gentle. He is patient. The process may seem so slow at times. Yet when I am in the Potter’s hand, I can be assured that he is forming me into something that He deems “best” to Him.
I cannot dwell on today. I can apologize to my kids. I can ask for forgiveness from the Potter and make myself available, once again, to His hands. Because in His hands, I am of great value.
Be blessed.

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