Clay in the Potter’s Hands
She sits with her Bible and I with my work. Together we snuggle close and press in. We invite the quiet morning and bond over time spent.
Before the wild jitters, loud messes, and need for discipline arrives, we sit together.
It won’t always be like this.
But I’d be remiss if I chose to mourn what hasn’t yet been lost.
It has been a month of navigating change and we are learning to see God’s hands in every moment…
“But now, O Lord, you are our Father; we are the clay and you are our potter; we are all the work of your hand.” Isaiah 64:8
Clay — withstanding the hand of the Potter. Trusting and changing, forming and growing.
It’s a mess.
Shards of dried clay mixing with the mud melting through His fingers as the wheel spins — faster and faster — splatters of what once was cling to the wall as I desperately cling to what little bits of familiar are left.
And it is in the blood-curdling pain of nails ripping against walls adorned in what was, that I finally see — it’s time to let go.
This grasping for dust on a wall is vanity.
Do we become so focused on our pain and so stubborn to take control that we don’t even realize everything we held is gone?
The gentle wind of His Spirit and the settling of His presence have found us in our barren wasteland of blood stained fingers and tear soaked faces, changing the landscape before our bitter and blinded eyes.
“If we are faithless, he remains faithful…” 2 Timothy 2:13
Sitting with us in our desolation.
He makes a meager lunch an abundant feast.
He sends us in and calls us out of the wasteland.
He speaks tenderly, teaching us of ourselves — the newness He has formed, and is still, forever refining.
It’s a magnificent picture.
But my heart aches and burns for this to be over. Exposure hurts. I feel completely undone and out of focus.
Still He holds me and meets me.
Still He is holding you and meeting you.
Together we withstand the strong and gentle hands of our Potter, knowing He will always hold us — even as He breaks us.
Holding close the truth that our breaking is in likeness of His brokenness — so we could be one.
