On the Potter's Wheel
As of late, that is where I feel like I'm at... In the center of Potter's Wheel, in His will. Some days I feel like a wet, lump of clay on His table, in His studio in His house. Undone. Bare. Exposed. Fragile. Reworked upon. And vulnerable as He prepares me for what He calls me to do next. I'm reminded of Isaiah 64:8 which says, "Yet, O Lord, You are our Father; we are the clay, and You our Potter, and we all are the work of Your hand". Being spun round and round on this wheel called, Life. Feeling dizzy at times from from all the back and forth spinning. And feeling like a mess at times because in all honesty, things can get messy when the Potter is working. But our Potter doesn't mind getting His hands dirty because He's fully invested in His work. There are instances in my nights in the secret place, when I feel like God's hands are literally laid right upon me and there's this electrifying surge of energy that just flows through me and all I c...
