I'm dust transformed by
grace and mercy;
created by His hand for
His glory...
The cracks in the clay
make room for the new dirt;
encouraging growth
of new green and gold buds...
and causing new pain
as the clay gets harder.
In realms of Glory,
my clay will be transformed...
completed in joy
though manipulated by trial
as my tears soften the edges
of the cracked clay...
His way of redeeming and making room
for the Potter's hands
to create something new.
9 comments:
I am speechless! All I can say is.....Wow!!! Lisa P.
My neurons were zooming this morning. This is what happens when my gray matter bubbles over:).
Cup o'joy to you!
Lynne
All I can say is what Lisa said! Wow.
It is the mercy of the Lord that He allows me to write like this. I tend to take it for granted because it is just "what I do". I am blessed beyond measure to hear that you have been touched by this.
Have a cup o'joy
and a fresh taste of the bread of heaven...
Lynne
Touched is an understatement. I just read it again and was blown away more the third time I read it. Keep that connection with God going!!! Lisa P.
I am quite amazed to have produced anything to garner this reaction. I am blessed, for sure. Thanks for your comments, Lisa. They are certainly encouraging.
Love ya,
have a cup o'joy
and a fresh taste of the bread of heaven...
Lynne
"as my tears soften the edges
of the cracked clay...
His way of redeeming and making room
for the Potter's hands..."
I found myself thinking of this line this morning as I was reading a book on God's transforming grace. It made me think about areas in my life where God may need some tears to smooth my edges.
I've never worked pottery, but I can imagine it would be much more difficult if the clay complained all the time...Thanks for making me think Lynne.
yeah. what they said.
I've been thinking about those hardened places in my soul and spirit lately. The healing comes from the inside out. Therefore, it made sense to me as I was writing that the outer hardness would hurt as it was "cracked open" by circumstance. The mental image followed that line of musing:).
Cup o'joy
and a fresh taste of heaven...
Lynne
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