Friday, January 18, 2013

The Potter

The Potter


     As I have read through my messages this morning and joined in a couple of discussion groups, I have been reminded how much God has changed my life in the past 6 months. Heartaches, I have carried since I was a little girl have been healed. God can do amazing things in our lives if we will allow him to. I hope you enjoy The Potter. Leave a commit if it touches your heart. May God give you peace throughout this day.

     
                                                                The Potter

     The cold damp clay to the spinning wheel goes, awaiting the potter, to shape and create a vessel of love.
Amazing care and attention with each spin of the wheel. The whisper of love and grace the spinning wheel blends. The shape finely complete. The shape of a heart, into the hands of the potter to cradle and love. To the fire it now must go, the growing begins.
     The firing complete. The dampness, impurities and coldness are gone. Back into the hands of the potter the vessel now goes. On the heart now is drawn the image of God. With each stroke of the brush, the potter applies, faith, hope and love. Kindness and mercy then is applied. Nurturing and strength will cover it all. The gentle strokes of desire and love for the world to see.
    There is a spot on the heart, The potter now claims. Now all must be sealed with the blood of his son. The shape of the old rugged cross now has a place on the heart, that image of God. Back to the fire the vessel must go. Imperfections of life will now bake away. The demands and the pressures, disappointments are gone. Unwanted and wasted the fire burns away. No more of rejection and shame.
     On the spinning wheel now, sits the heart of perfection. Clothed in passion and love for the world to behold. The potter now stands, tears in his eyes, the love and affection it took to create this love of his life.Sealed with the blood of his son. Now it is clothed in the beauty and love that salvation brings. A new life now to begin. Softly, in a whisper, God speaks, Come, join me and my son, be a part of our life in the family
of God.

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