The Potter and Clay

Today I went for prayer meeting not expecting much, but rather to rest in Him and draw strength from Him. It is indeed how amazing how the spirit moves and impress onto our hearts things of the Lord that encourgages our soul. Well I was just meditating in prayer, singing, worshipping in my own special way, telling God that I am weak and broken, I am hard pressed by the failures in my life, haunted by my own inferiour complex, yet thanking God for bringing me thus far, using me despite falling short of His glory, using me in my youth, using me for whatever I have that He his given.. basically I was just talking to Him.

Then suddenly He flashed this picture of a pottery that had cracks on it, kinda shattered and brittle. Then I saw the pottery going through the fire, becoming soft, and a pair of HANDS moulding the pottery, fine tuning it, making it better. It was at this point where God impressed upon my heart that I was that pottery. Broken, brittle, fragile, vulnerable

And as I go through His refiner's fire to mould me, I felt pain - as if I could really feel the intense heat burning my skin, into my bones. And my heart wrenched because I somehow felt that pain in my heart when I saw in the broken, brittle, ugly pottery burn in the fire. I am that pottery, broken but going through the process of moulding and refining by my potter. The cracks in me represents the brokeness in my life, in my failures, in my weakness. But the potter never gives up His clay, He moulds it, putting it through His refiner's fire. The process of moulding is painful - the things in our life that fails us, our trials and tribulations, our hurts, difficulties, problems. These are the things that God uses in our life to mould us.

Though painful, I see that ugly and worthless clay become a beautiful pottery whom the potter would smile at.


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