A Lump Of Clay

Good morning, Papa God! 

After being in Your Word this morning and in Your Presence, I am pondering my worth; not within myself because, in and of myself, I bring nothing to the table for Your use. When I sometimes get to big for my britches, I recognize over and over again that You are God, and I am not. You are the Potter and the clay. You mold me into the vessel of Your choosing. You take the broken pieces of my life, and You make something brand new from them. I am indeed Your workmanship, Your masterpiece, created in Christ Jesus for good works which You prepared and planned long ago for me to do. Papa God, I know You can do all things. There is nothing impossible for You. I hear You ask me daily to surrender my will to You, so You can do within me what You have planned for me. I realize and accept that my journey is day by day, one at a time. So, for each day that lies before me, I surrender my will so that Your will can be done in my life. This vessel-molding process is an ongoing thing, isn’t it? Yes, I am in agreement with You. You are the potter and I am the clay. Mold me into whatever You have designed me to be. Lay me on the Potter’s wheel and fashion me into Your vessel-of-choice.

Good morning, My special vessel!

For so you are! My special vessel! Yes, My little one, I am the Potter. I am the God of radical change. You can and do come to Me just as you are, and I accept you that way. But I do not intend to leave you as you are. I am in the transformation business, polishing you into the most perfect vessel for My use. But … My question to you is this, “will you cooperate with My vessel-molding process, even when you do not understand all the “whys” and “whats” and “hows?” I have seen you will surrendered to Me and obey Me in both “easy” and “hard” days, when you had no idea what I was doing and why I chose the method I chose. You have indeed been surrendered to My vessel-molding process. Not always immediately for sure but you have. Yes, I am sanctifying and preparing you for your heavenly home, but also for My use as a vessel that will bring others to Me. I hear what you are thinking at this moment, My child. “Who? Me? How is my life doing that?" One day, My child, you will see all the fruit your life has borne. Until then, just believe that what I am asking of you is bearing fruit. You are indeed My precious lump of clay. Go gently into this day, trusting Me as I transform you.

(Eph.2:8-10; Isa.64:8-9; Jer.18:1-6)