Day 5 of training camp and I find myself feeling physically, mentally, and emotionally exhausted, yet at the same time I feel more alive than ever before.
I have spent the last 5 days in the potter’s house. If I am the marred clay in the hands of the Potter it feels like he is steadily chiseling away pieces of my heart. My world has been shrunk and my walls are broken. My heart aches for the Kingdom. Jeremiah 18: 3-4 “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.”
My Lord, as you break down the walls of my pot, shape my clay to what seems best to you.
I am learning I yearn for restoration to the nations. I weep for the orphans. My heart melts for the woman and children enslaved in human trafficking. I am broken for the deathly ill with a lack of medical resources.
There is so much more I want to share…
There is so much more I want to share…
Grace and Peace
Dex
