πηλoς [pelós] • Greek
clay, earth, mud, mire
From dust we are made and dust we will return (Gen 3:19). What dealings does dust have with an Artist? Yet the Artist turns us from mire to vessels and makes purpose out of purposelessness.
Wednesday night as we set alarms for 4am to fly to Guatemala and watched our COVID tests roll in, we quickly found out we would be spending the next week in quarantine instead of Antigua. It looks like our vessels will have a little more Georgia clay in the mix.
I have faith that Guatemalan clay will soon be added to the Potter’s wheel, but for now we get to lean into what He would have us do here. For now, we get to lean into a slowness and sabbath. When realizing the mustard-seed-size faith I have, I heard the Lord say “It is enough.” It is enough to trust Him day by day. It is enough to trust that He will bring purpose out of the mud and mire. It is enough to have His breath in my lungs.
The molded thing will not say to the molder, “Why did you make me this way,” will it? Or does not the potter have a right over the clay? (Romans 9:20-21, Isa 45:9)
Father, I surrender to your molding. I confess that I am but clay.
We don’t know what this week holds or where we will be this time next week, but I know He is the Potter and He is good.
Thank you for following along this rollercoaster of an adventure! Love and peace to you!
Abby
P.S. I get to serve in one of the photography internship positions this semester, so you will be seeing a lot more photos here! Here are a few highlights from our time on base so far!
