cLAY

DEVOTION
ROMANS
CLAY

Rom 9:19-21
19 One of you will say to me: "Then why does God still blame us? For who resists his will?" 20 But who are you, O man, to talk back to God? "Shall what is formed say to him who formed it, 'Why did you make me like this?'" 21 Does not the potter have the right to make out of the same lump of clay some pottery for noble purposes and some for common use?
NIV
What am I to do with who I am? Praise His holy name! For as I relinquished ownership of my “self” to my Lord and Savior, I am not in control of what function I serve within the body of Christ. No, it is in the hands of the potter. Had it been up to me, perhaps I would still be an artist, hiding behind either a canvas for a camera. If it had been up to me, my nature being one to shy away from contact with people, I may well have become a recluse, withdrawn to a life of loneliness. Perhaps even a life of despair. At this point in my life as I reflect, I am now convinced if I had maintained control of my own being, I would be dead for sure, and lost, without hope. But when I was in control, I tried to be outward going, but it was not me, but only a feeble attempt of being like everyone else. In all actuality I knew in my heart, I was an island, not needing anyone else, nor wanting to help anyone else, and an island doesn’t cry. A loner for sure, hardened by the abuse of my youth. I was not going to let anyone else in close enough to ever hurt me again, either physically, mentally or emotionally. But the potter had other plans. Praise God, He broke me, He melted me, He molded me, and He filled me, with His presence and His gifts so that He could use me for His purpose. Whoever I am, whatever I do, is because God molded me, this lump of clay, to be used as he sees fit. It does amaze me, I am in awe, At times, it is as if I stand back and watch myself and wonder what ever happened to me, and then I acknowledge the Sovereign reign of my Lord and am content.