I
enjoyed playing with modeling clay as a child since 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, I am now the clay. The Master is continually shaping my life and
character. My role is simple; I must remain pliable, sinking deeply into the
Potter’s hands. 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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