It’s currently 3:37am as I write this. I can’t sleep. It’s either that I’ve got too much going on in my mind, or that my phone is distracting me.. Or maybe both. Either way, Hi 🙂 I’m glad you’re reading this.
First of all let’s look at the inspiration for this post. I’m using The Message translation because it’s simple and easy to understand.
“Since before time began no one has ever imagined, No ear heard, no eye seen, a God like You who works for those who wait for Him. You meet those who happily do what is right, who keep a good memory of the way You work. But how angry You’ve been with us! We’ve sinned and kept at it so long! Is there any hope for us? Can we be saved? We’re all sin-infected, sin-contaminated. Our best efforts are grease-stained rags. We dry up like autumn leaves— sin-dried, we’re blown off by the wind. No one prays to You or makes the effort to reach out to You Because You’ve turned away from us, left us to stew in our sins.
Still, GOD, You are our Father. We’re the clay and You’re our potter: All of us are what You made us. Don’t be too angry with us, O GOD. Don’t keep a permanent account of wrongdoing. Keep in mind, please, we are Your people—all of us.”
Isaiah 64 verses 4-9
Generally it’s not in our nature to run to God, we run from God. Unlike what verse 4 said, we don’t “keep a good memory” of the way God works, or in other words, we don’t keep a good memory of His character. We forget God’s goodness; we blind our eyes to His mercies; we forget the cross; we shut our ears from the words He has spoken over our lives – those of good and not of evil – and instead we shower ourselves with lies.
What I love about this passage is that although this war is raging on inside of us – “STILL, GOD, you are our Father. We’re the clay and You’re our potter: All of us are what You made us.” Another translation says “we are the work of Your hand” (NKJV).
Tomorrow – or in a few hours – I will wake up and remind myself that I am indeed clay that is being moulded by my Maker. I’m not there yet but there’s been progress. I am the workmanship of the God of the universe – He is awesome and doesn’t make any mistakes. I will shake the dust off my dress, pick up my crown, and walk again like the daughter of The King that I am – fully aware that He’s in control.
He is the potter and I the clay.
What I want you to take away from this post:
Let us not forget the God whom we serve. He is a loving father. One with gentle and tender hands, who is ever so graciously moulding us into His very image. Rest in Him and yield to His Lordship, waiting patiently on Him.
“…He who has begun a good work in you will complete it…”
Philippians 1:6 NKJV