From the beginning of this, I’ve felt like my life is a piece of clay on the table in front of me and I just sit back and watch as God makes something. Of course, this happened from the moment I surrendered to Jesus in salvation, but I’ve felt it more keenly. I have no idea what He’s making, neither do I have any control of what He’s making. Most of the time, that’s perfectly fine with me. He’s creative, really good, worthy. So, as I’m watching Him form this and experiencing miracles, I’m cheering. “Wow. That’s really amazing that You can do that out of a piece of worthless clay. Ah yes, I can see what You’re doing there… Good. Good… You are incredible at this.”
But, then what about the other times? When I’m called to enter into and be committed to hard things when I just want a cafe mocha and a nap. – “Oo. I’m not sure that I would have done it that way. Oooo, no, that’s not going to work. Obviously the clay isn’t strong enough for that. Are You even watching anymore?” And I want to reach a hand out and just adjust things ever so slightly to be more comfortable or more beautiful (as I often mistakenly perceive beauty).
In short, I’m learning that I have a control problem. Stemming from being challenged and stretched. Then looking at myself more often than I look at Jesus. Which then breeds doubt and selfishness and self-righteousness. Liza, just let Him do His thing. What makes you think that the One who first made Adam out of clay and breathed life into him will do anything less with the lump of clay that is your life? Also, miracle of miracles, He’s promised that little lump of clay will house the Treasure that make the Queen’s jewels look like a happy meal trinket.
But we have this treasure in jars of clay, to show that the surpassing power belongs to God and not to us. 2 Corinthians 5:7
It won’t be easy. It won’t be painless. Suffering isn’t probable, but PROMISED as He shapes this piece of clay. But experiencing the resurrection power of Jesus at work inside this heart is no comparison to anything else this world offers. And surrender isn’t just a good option on this journey. Its the only way. Its obedience. Regardless of what the lump of clay that is my life looks like.
And friend, if the shaping is painful for you right now, know the Potter is good and gentle and never takes His eyes off the piece of clay in front of Him. Let’s trust Him and keep our eyes on Him.