Potter or Clay? What do you Say?

Then I went down to the potter’s house, and there he was, making something on the wheel. But the vessel that he was making of clay was spoiled in the hand of the potter; so he remade it into another vessel, as it pleased the potter to make.

Jeremiah 18:3-4

I'm staring at my keyboard, searching my heart, and asking my soul how deep I write. The truth is, I want to cry and pull the covers over my head and not question or try to figure out what God is doing in my life right now. Right now, I would like to be the potter. But I would not clean up the mess I would create because I did not understand the plan. I have learned that God is more qualified to be the Potter than I am. The clay is uncomfortable, messy, and beautiful when molded by the Living Water. As I type this, tears leave my eyes because my heart is breaking as God is molding my clay as I type. I do not want to be vulnerable, but how do I heal if I do not open my heart to turn pain into hope? Hope is found when I let go of God's plan and trust Him. I no longer ask God why but lean into His hands as He molds me. And I feel His love overwhelm me in a way I cannot explain. I need Him more than oxygen, and I have learned my tears sometimes remind me how much I crave His Living Water over my life because I want to heal today instead of suffocate. Tears soften my clay to shape who I am today.

Clay. Customized Love Accepting You.

Break each word down to really let God speak to your heart. See, before you were born and started reading these words, God made you unique and wants to customize you as He sees you. His Love is all around you, but let me ask you this, do you see it? Do you let it mold you in a way only He can shape you? Acceptance is the key for the clay to make a difference because the longer you fight God's plan and want to be the potter, the clay cannot be used. And let's open our eyes to You, key ingredient to the clay is God because, without God, the dirt and the living water would have never formed the clay.

Life is not easy, and my heart has so much going on that words cannot express, but God knows every detail. I do not want to get raw and vulnerable I want to put my shell up and try to stop feeling life, but then all the healing God has started in my life will be for nothing because then satan wins, and well, he can go back to hell where he belongs because I just had to let that out. I had to remind myself I'm a daughter of a King. As God molds me, it can be painful because my character defects or habits are hard to break or because I get attached to loved ones, and I cannot do anything to save them but pray. I never wanted to pray, and I wanted my mom to stop praying for me when I was lost and now look at what God created when I did not want Him. God knew who I was years ago. I just was terrified of becoming her and letting my heart feel life. Life is beautiful because it is a gift, and none of us know when our last breath will take place, so never give up on hope. I have a confession. It is a little embarrassing, but the symbolism of how details matter is illustrated. So, I applied tanning lotion this past weekend because I wanted to wear a dress, and well, I did it rushing and sloppy, and the results were obvious. So, instead of looking like a crazy colored streaking leg lady, I wore pants. Easy fix, but think of it this way. When we rush our healing or molding process, it comes out sloppy and messy, but when we take our time and do not rush, the results are better. Life is not meant to be forced, but a process to trust our purpose from our Creator, who knows how to create masterpieces out of nothing.

If I was to ask, which are you between the clay and the potter, who would you say? Or do you say, "Mold me, Jesus, I'm just clay?” Would it matter the day? Or how you feel or who you have in front of you? Are there days where you want to be neither and just be? Realizing you are not the potter is life-changing, sometimes crushing, but then relieving. Because you can hit your knees and say help me, God. I need you, and then you open your eyes to you are the clay. Life is a process of His healing hands molding us into who we are called to be. Think of this, God’s Pottery shop is open twenty-four hours, seven days a week, and guess what! Three hundred and sixty-five days a year! FULL TIME!!! Aren’t we glad the day we call on God, and it is not a fake emergency but an honest heart call He answers and pours Living Water and starts our process over because He starts to soften our hard shell of pride into a willingness to seek and learn more about our King. Ohhh, the clay and the potter are such symbolism in a parable. It asks how deep will you seek and find answers in your heart? The Potter can make beautiful masterpieces from broken pieces every day. We forget who the Potter is because we are tired of being clay. I dare you to ask yourself, am I willing to be a vessel and be molded in His pottery shop? A simple but powerful prayer is, "God, mold me more like Jesus." And His wheel is in action, and the scarred hands start shaping love, grace, peace, and forgiveness in you. God’s shop is always open! Will you allow yourself to sit at His wheel and let Him mold you? His wheel has unlimited chances until one day, judgment day! Will you be willing to be molded to use or cold as stone? The choice is up to you, but hear this reality check, you are not the potter! No matter how powerful you think you are! His Living Word speaks the truth, and it did not mention you. Except as the clay! This hurts to say, but more painful to hear if you are drenched in pride. God's Word is not void, and He no longer will be toyed with. The Potter loves all the clay, but not all clay come to be masterpieces. So, which are you?

Today I will choose to be clay even if I feel like I'm breaking and entering the oven and feeling the fire around me as the gold shines through hope. I know when I am placed in the fire today, God is molding a warrior for His Kingdom, and He has the perfect plan for this clay. Even if I do not see the outcome. I will trust this pain and these tears because He collects every tear and understands my heart. Today I know in my heart my ways are not God’s ways and my understanding is not His, but I will trust His plan even though as my clay is molded He is shaping me for His Kingdom.

You turn things around! Shall the potter be considered as equal with the clay, that what is made would say to its maker, “He did not make me”; Or what is formed say to him who formed it, “He has no understanding”?

Isaiah 29:16