As I hold her pot in my hands, I keep thinking of me as the clay and God as the potter. "Yet you, LORD, are our Father. We are the clay, you are the potter; we are all the work of your hand" (Isaiah 64:8). I have fallen apart many times, and yet he keeps remaking me. Each time, I’m becoming a little more like He wants, as He continues to mold me into the woman I was created to be.
God is so amazing. I've heard this analogy many times, and wanted to include the scripture reference from above. I googled passages with the word potter and came across the following: (Jeremiah 18:2-8)
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. He said, “Can I not do with you, Israel, as this potter does?” declares the Lord. “Like clay in the hand of the potter, so are you in my
hand, Israel. If at any time I announce that a nation or
kingdom is to be uprooted, torn down and destroyed, and if that nation I
warned repents of its evil, then I will relent and not inflict on it the
disaster I had planned.
Today, this speaks to me so deeply. I realize that I'm back "In tune" with God's heart. How I have missed this feeling, hearing my master's voice. When I think about last year and some of the big prayers I presented to God, I realize why I didn't hear His answer. My life was out of tune, kind of like an old violin.
Earlier today I read a blog that stated, "God can make us into more than what we have previously
planned for ourselves." Though God never intended for me to go down this path, this too will be used for great things. So often we hear about the
wrath of God and how often God punished nations. I'm so thankful that
God doesn't give up and that He isn't finished with me yet. For I have repented
Clay shrinks as it dries, and this stress often results in unwanted cracks. But God’s light shines brighter through cracked pots than it does through unblemished ones. I've been broken & shattered. I am fragile & flawed. I even have scars as a result of my sins. But I’m worth so much more, “Just by one touch of the Master’s Hand.”
Clay shrinks as it dries, and this stress often results in unwanted cracks. But God’s light shines brighter through cracked pots than it does through unblemished ones. I've been broken & shattered. I am fragile & flawed. I even have scars as a result of my sins. But I’m worth so much more, “Just by one touch of the Master’s Hand.”
- Principle 7: Reserve a time with God for self-examination, Bible reading, and prayer in order to know God and His will for my life and to gain the power to follow His will. “Happy are the merciful.” “Happy are the peacemakers”(Matthew 5:7,9)
- Step 11: I seek through prayer and meditation to improve my conscious contact with God praying only for knowledge of God's will for me and the power to carry that out. “Let the word of Christ dwell in you richly.” (Colossians 3:16)
Touch of the Master's Hand
Well it was battered and scared,
And the auctioneer felt it was hardly worth his while,
To waste much time on the old violin but he held it up with a smile,
Well it sure ain't much but its all we got left I guess we aught to sell it to,
Oh, now who'll start the bid on this old violin?
Just one more and well be through.
And then he cried one give me one dollar,
Who'll make it two only two dollars who'll make it three,
Three dollars twice now that's a good price,
Now who's gonna bid for me?
Raise up your hand now don't wait any longer the auctions about to end,
Who's got four Just one dollar more to bid on this old violin?
Well the air was hot and the people stood around as the sun was setting low,
From the back of the crowd a gray haired man,
Came forward and picked up the bow,
He wiped the dust from the old violin then he tightened up the strings,
Then he played out a melody pure and sweet, sweeter than the Angels sing,
And then the music stopped and the auctioneer,
With a voice that was quiet and low he said now what am I bid,
For this old violin and he held it up with a bow.
And then he cried out one give me one thousand,
Who'll make it two only two thousand who'll make it three,
Three thousand twice you know that's a good price,
Common who's gonna to bid for me?
And the people cried out what made the change we don't understand,
Then the auctioneer stopped and he said with a smile,
It was the touch of the Masters hand.
You know threes many a man with his life out of tune,
Battered and scared with sin and hes auctioned cheap,
To a thankless world much like that old violin,
Oh, but then the Master comes,
And that old foolish crowd they never understand,
The worth of the soul and the change that was brought
Just by one touch of the Master's hand.
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