I
enjoyed playing with modeling clay as a child. With sufficient time I could
take shapeless material and mold whatever my imagination and childhood skills
could conceive. Working with clay is messy and very time consuming. Learning
the texture and feel is a significant part of the process. Life is different now.
I am no longer the sculptor, now I am the clay. The Master is continually
shaping my life and character. My role is simple; I must remain pliable. Father,
Creator of All Things, mold me and make me after Your will. Teach me to welcome
the texture and feel of Your mighty hand.
A serious pursuit of godliness requires an equally serious renunciation of worldliness. Too often, we measure spirituality with false scales. While being wisely selective with our public vices we are less so with our private attitudes and perspectives. In reality, it is the thoughts and intents of the heart where the greatest battles must be waged; our actions will ultimately align with the condition of our hearts. Lord God, You know me inside out, You are not fooled by human facades. Plow my heart with Your Word and Spirit and leave nothing unturned. Refresh my inward man that I may outwardly glorify You in all places at all times.
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