2017-09-27 - Flawed
While working on my second attempt to create a ceramic decorative piece for a friend’s birthday ,I happened to notice that there was a flaw in my well-thought out plan. I was thinking so much about correcting the mistakes made in my first attempt, I completely overlooked this new flaw. The good news was I could remedy the oversight with the clay still relatively malleable enough, but the bad news was I needed to break a supporting coil I had added to the surface of the pot where the lid would meet it. I was tired and disappointed, and imagined myself needing to start over, yet again. As I shared with the Father how this seemed irreparable, I was hit very hard with his thoughts about who was really the potter, and so I then began to quietly work.
Have you ever felt irreparable? I have, quite frequently actually. It’s interesting that after more than twenty five years since taking ceramics in college, that I was led to use this particular avenue to create a gift. It was, however, no accident. With the spirit moving, I was able to make sense of my error and get the piece put back together, and it’s now dried, so I am able to paint on the decorations and then spray on some glaze. The two days that followed all of this were extremely physically challenging, and I felt very much like a broken piece of pottery. So much so that I could not find any relief, except in my mind, as I recalled how He is the potter and I am made by the work of His hand (Isaiah 64:8 referenced). God knows his children so very well, and puts references to things each of us connects with specifically in his word, to help us along the way. A few examples of such references are farming, carpentry, fishing, baking, and ceramics. As I recalled making this slab piece of pottery, as well as thinking about those I made previously beginning with a lump of clay on a potter’s wheel, I find the connection God gives me to himself. He wants me to know he understands me and everything I feel. He also wants me to know that I matter to him very much. Furthermore, he wants me to remember that he’s got me, and will bring me out of the miry clay and to himself, no matter how flawed and broken I feel physically, emotionally or spiritually along the way (Psalm 40:2 referenced).
“But now, O Lord, You are our Father, We are the clay, and You our potter; And all of us are the work of Your hand.” (Isaiah 64:8 NASB)
All verses are from the King James Version (KJV) unless otherwise noted.