Friday, February 11, 2011

The Potter's Pause

Isaiah 64:8 NKJV
"But now, O Lord,
You are our Father;
We are the clay, and You our potter;
And all we are the work of Your hand."

I'm not sure when or how, but life just pauses & plays as God wills it. Sometimes, you're in slow motion, soaking up every drop of emotion related to this place in life, good or bad. Other times, life spins out of control, you meet yourself in the road, everything is a blurr & you hardly have time to think or catch your breath. Then there is yet another mode - PAUSE. Someone pushed the pause button on your mission, your dreams, your plans. And the silence of the wait can be deafening. You have no idea how long life will stand still or when it will resume some normalness. Sometimes you wonder if it ever will. You look back & wonder when you will feel & look & act like yourself again. Or has this place changed you forever?

I wish I had answers for all these questions, but I don't. The truth is, I have more questions than answers for myself. But what I do know is The Potter. I know that every time I'm about to face some great change in my life, as some life-altering season is emerging, The Potter holds His creative hand close to the wheel of my life. He breaks down the vessel I am now, adds just the right amounts of water to keep me soft & pliable, to keep me moving in the right direction of His new creation in me. Even when I feel like the plans for my newly created vessel are either spinning out of control, or inslow motion, or put on hold all together- He has once never removed His hand from the muddy form of me nor lost sight of my blue print design. I am being fashioned in The Artist's hand, in the likeness of my Creator's image. No vessel ever knew on the wheel the value of himself as a finished product. That only comes from The Potter's hand shaping & molding, adding color & curing, firing & shining to His perfect reflection. If He pauses, it's only to see if we are ready yet, to be function as His masterpiece.

Psalm 40:1-3 NKJV
"To the Chief Musician. A Psalm of David. I waited patiently for the Lord; And He inclined to me, And heard my cry. He also brought me up out of a horrible pit,
Out of the miry clay,
And set my feet upon a rock,
And established my steps. He has put a new song in my mouth—
Praise to our God;
Many will see it and fear,
And will trust in the Lord."