We are
each spun round and round by the everyday swirl of life. It often feels as if I
am a lump of clay spinning on a potter’s wheel. As a matter of fact, I am. The
Master’s touch gently presses in, reshaping me for His envisioned purpose. Why
do I still resist? My failed attempts at shaping myself should be evidence
enough to yield to the Potter’s hands. The spinning wheel of life is an
instrument of blessing in the hands of my Maker and Redeemer. Father I thank
You for Your blessed work. Have Your way, I am yielded clay in Your hands. Mold
me and make me into the vessel You desire.
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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