Just a lump of Clay!

I can't believe its October 1st already. My, how the time flies!

Yesterday, went to Church. I made a BUNCH of sweet potato pies for "food for the soul" Sunday. Lets just say, I dont want to see another sweet potato for a LONG TIME!! Today, I went to the dentist. Had the regular stuff done. Im so thankful the I now have health insurance. However, Im gonna have to take out a loan or sell some blood/plasma to get all the necessary dental work done!(just kidding!!!)

Yesterday morning, LeeAnn preached. For those of you who dont know, LeeAnn is great friend of mine and has been my Pastor for many years. When I moved to Orlando, she was moved by the Bishop to my Church, St. Lukes.( God definitely has a plan!)

LeeAnn is the minister of Spiritual formation at St. Lukes. She talked yesterday about Grace and how we are formed spiritually(hence her title: Minister of Spiritual Formation. I will have more on the exacts once I can sit down and re-read her sermon) But after the sermon, our praise team sang " The Potter's Hands".

There were so many thought thats began running through my head. The message was simple: He is the Potter and we are the Clay. But I began to the think for the perspective of the clay. If I am the Clay, I dont know what Im going to end up. I can hope. I can try and move in a way that make me what I want to be, but ultimately, the potter knows whats going to be of me. He has a plan. He is the sculptor. The one with the experience. Im not. Im just a lump of Clay, dagnabit!

With my life, I know the things that I want and I do ask " why do have to go through these trials?"

There are some nights I just dont know what to do. I just want to give up. I just dont want to go ahead. But softly, I hear the sound of the table turning and see the lump of clay being "Molded" and I hear The Potter say " just trust me. I know what I'm doin".

I just began to cry during that song. I looked at the clay pots of all different sizes and shapes that someone had crafted.

"Take me, mold me, use me, fill me...I give my life to the potter's hand"

"I know you're drawing me to yourself lead me, Lord, I pray."

I know that we are all going through things so that we can be formed and shaped into the beautiful pots that we are suppose to be.

The only the ask, God, is that you dont make this pot to big around me the middle!LOL

Being molded by The Potter,

Antony

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