The work of the Potter might not seem very pleasant
In fact, the molding might seem like a sharp edge cut deep into the heart
And yet, the clay must trust the handiwork of it’s Maker
For every piece of clay is being molded into a beautiful jar
“Let God be God.”
I heard this in church yesterday and it just stuck with me.
It’s such a simple phrase, yet so profound.
In hearing this phrase, I immediately think of the ways where I try to make God what I want Him to be.
My natural instinct is to try to make Him into this factory machine that gives me what I ask for and shows me what to do.
In doing this, I miss something very beautiful about God.
I completely diminish the fact that He is God and I am not.
Simple right? But profoundly beautiful.
And if He is God and I am not, I can find freedom in being in awe of who He is, not who I make Him out to be.
I can be still before Him, and let Him be who He says He is.
On this Monday morning, what ways do you struggle to let God be God?
Rest in the knowledge that He is who He says He is, and He is all we need.
And not just all we need, He is everything.
“Be still and know that I am God.
I will be exalted among the nations,
I will be exalted in the earth!”
-Psalm 46:10 (ESV)
My thoughts wander in the morning light,
distractions linger too closely.
So instead of relying on my own frailty,
help me to rest in your sufficiency.
Up ahead there was a ladder,
I thought I could make it to the top.
For if only I could climb it,
I could make my way to God.
So I started towards the ladder,
one step after another.
But after a few steps,
my body started to tire.
I fell down to the bottom,
laying breathless and bare.
My strength failed me too soon,
and I was shaking and scared.
As I lay on the ground
beneath the latter too tall,
for the first time in my life,
I felt very small.
My eyes were looking up,
though my head was on the ground.
And soon I’d see a person quickly climbing down.
Though He was moving quickly,
there was delight in His eyes.
For it seemed as though there was someone
He was longing to find.
As soon as He reached the bottom,
He picked me up off the ground.
He held my face in His hands and said,
“O daughter, you are found.
You could not climb the ladder,
for without me you are weak.
But take courage dear one,
for the ladder is me.”
“You complete your plans with our broken hands.”
These words from Sarah Sparks’s, “Puddleglum’s Anthem” have continuously played through my mind the past few weeks.
I struggle to rest in the fact that the Lord is always working through my sin to carry out His plan.
And yet He delights in us though we come bringing nothing.
Today I am resting in the knowledge that though I only have my broken hands, surely He uses them for His Kingdom.
And the more broken we come, the deeper and deeper His grace runs.
How are you doubting the work of the Lord today as you are exposed to your own sin?
Rest assured that though you come broken, you are His vessel, and He will always complete His plans.
My heart is small, it cannot comprehend great things.
My heart is feeble, it cannot possess wonderful knowledge.
My heart is fragile, it is easily tempted by things that are seen.
O God, will you keep my heart united to thee?
For it is a good thing for my heart to be lowly.
For further study, read Psalm 131
We sat and talked for hours,
I felt no guilt or shame.
For when He invited me to the table,
He called me by my name.
He washed my feet so gently,
and prepared for me a feast.
He looked deep into my eyes,
and said “I will never leave.”
As I woke I felt fragile
my thoughts race of things wrong
So I give you my fragility
as you give to me a song
You tell me to cast my cares,
so why do I hold back?
For in the safety of your arms,
there is nothing that I lack.
It is You who bid me come,
and without You I am nothing.
So as I wrestle with my cares,
help me to never stop casting.
Tis Christ is all I have
And Christ is all I need
He rescued me from death
And is making His home in me.
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