I believe…
I believe that Jesus is the perfect Potter and desires to mold us. He had us each individually in mind before we were even a twinkle in our parent’s eye. He fashioned us in our mother’s womb and has been molding us ever since.
A prayer that I have prayed for several years now has been related to God molding me. I desire to be a lump of soft, malleable clay in His hands. I have taken Jeremiah 64:8 and made it into a prayer for myself: “O Lord, you are my Father. I am the clay, you are the potter; I am the work of your hand.”
My tiny mind is doesn’t even come close to grasping the creative genius that is our God. Only He could have thought up the mind-blowing colors, shapes, and sizes in His majestic creation of the earth. How much more thought did He put into creating us? He made us in His own image; He worked out the intricacies of our bodies and our minds. He fashioned each of our personalities very specifically. He molded us with gifts, strengths and even weaknesses to ultimately glorify HIM.
Unfortunately, I all too often take things into my own, unimaginative, clumsy hands. I allow outside variables to negatively mold me. I give in to temptation, I believe the lies of the enemy, and let his arrows stick me, which mar the masterpiece of the true Potter. I get a notion in my head that somehow I can perhaps do a better job than God with myself. It is at these times that the Lord has had to break me out of a mold I have squished myself into. This breaking process is never comfortable, in fact it usually hurts; but it is so important! I am so thankful that God loves me enough to save me from the ugly prefabricated molds of this world.
It is so comforting to know that He desires for us to stay in His warm, talented hands. He wants us to be willing to take any shape that He has an idea for. These shapes may not be anything near what we had in mind. But if I know nothing else of the Lord’s will for my life, at least I know that if I dwell in the Artist’s hands and I am willing to be continually molded and broken, I am exactly where He wants me to be.
The first verse of the familiar hymn, “Have Thine Own Way” came to mind while I was writing this. It paints a great picture of the position we have to take to be ready to let God take His seat rightful seat at the Potter’s wheel.
Have Thine own way, Lord! Have Thine own way!
Thou art the Potter, I am the clay.
Mold me and make me after Thy will,
While I am waiting, yielded and still.
