Happy new month darlings! May everything good come to us this month of September. Amen!
I love beauty. I love looking good. If I do not love beauty, I wouldn’t spend time at the saloon getting my hair done even if it’s painful. I endure the pain because I hope it will be worth it when I see the finished product. And when I see my hair and I like it, I know it is worth it. Its worth also increases when people appreciate it. Although it is not dependant on their appreciation, their appreciation brings a smile to my face. I do not mind going through the pain to have a nice hair do.
So why do I mind going through the pain of the potter stripping me in order to make me?
Why do we complain when the master planner is designing our lives and destiny even if there is pain because of what he cuts off and removes?
We fight pain because we are humans and I guess its fine. But some pains are not to be fought. Especially those that come from the giver of life.
Because God’s pain is never really pain. It is just a process. A molding process to refine you. A process to make sure you are in line with your purpose.
Problems! Problems might make you question if you are one of the clays in the potters hand.
Because you think you are exempted from pain because you are a kingdom citizen.
Because you think you pray enough and walk in the spirit enough.
But problems are one of the tools of the potter. The ultimate and highest potter did not promise you and me a life free of problems. He did say ‘In this godless world you will continue to experience difficulties. But take heart! I’VE CONQUERED THE WORLD’ (John 16: 33. MSG). He said he has already conquered and I guess that’s what he meant on the cross when he said ‘It is finished’. It doesn’t mean that pain and suffering are finished. It just means you losing to the battles of this world and the works of the dark princes of this world is finished.
You are an OVERCOMER!!!
Overcomers can’t overcome if they don’t go through something. It is after you have won a battle or war that you can be declared a winner. You might cry while going through that difficulty. You might question God and your faith. You might want to give up. You might want to turn your back on God. You might shout at God. You might vent your anger on others. But all that is the potter’s hand, stripping you and making you grow towards the beautiful picture he has had of you right from the start of time.
‘For whosoever is born of God overcometh the world…’ (I John 5: 4. KJV).
Do you belong to the potter?
Are you sure you do?
Then why are you complaining about the growth process?
You are human, is why. And humans will always question what they cannot understand. Humans will always want to have control over everything. If it were left to us, we would choose the battles we want to face. Actually, we would not choose any battle and that would never make us grow.
Oh beautiful potter, wisely molding you. Removing what was never meant to be there that you have put yourself. Removing who is not needed for your destiny. Removing who and what will derail you from your purpose.
The beautiful potter loves working on you. Let him work. You can tell him how you are feeling when he is stripping you. He loves hearing your voice even if you are using it to question what he is doing. You can question it, but you have to be open. You have to release your life and let him know that even though you don’t understand what he is doing, and you would cry and question him, you are fine with him working on you.
You need to tell him he can continue because he will never force himself on you. He does not joke with the free will he has given unto you.
The potter is infinitely wise and creative. He loves beauty and there is beauty in diversity. That is why he has made us all different, distinct from one another even if we are so similar. The potter gives each clay its own beauty, a beauty different from that of another clay. A beauty which the potter does not expect the clay to let go of because he wants to have the beauty of another.
Uniformity in expression of the gifts and beauty the potter has given to each clay was never part of the plan. And so it hurts the potter when he sees you telling him his work is not beautiful and you will rather be another clay. It’s painful when you compare your journey to anothers’ and use them as the standard, forgetting that every man’s battle is his own and if one abandons his journey to take up another’s journey, he ends up fighting the battles of the other. Sad because at some point, he will still have to come back to fight his own battles.
And when clay A compares his beauty and journey to that of clay B, clay A becomes blind and second guesses the potter. Clay A becomes so occupied with the life of clay B that clay A misses the unique blessing that comes with his own personal journey, for God is a fair God in that all clays have winnings and loses even if it seems like one is luckier than the other.
Then I went down to the potter’s house, and behold, he wrought a work on the wheels. And the vessel that he made of clay was marred in the hand of the potter: so he made it again another vessel, as seemed good to the potter… Oh house of Israel, cannot I do with you as this potter? Saith the Lord… (Jeremiah 18: 3-6. KJV).
The potter is not a God of imperfections. So he will keep working on you until you are good. And it might take till you die before the work gets complete and good to his standard. But the refining will keep going on. He will keep stripping you and molding you and remolding you. And the beautiful potter is holding you tenderly during the winnings and the losses. And the peace and joy never leaves your heart during the refining processes.
Will you be like Job and say, ‘But he knoweth the way that I take: when he hath tried me, I shall come forth as gold’ (Job 23: 10. KJV)?
You are a clay that will overcome any battle you will face, but that’s only if you do not let go of the potter’s hand because he will never let go of yours even when you turn your back on him.
Oh beautiful potter, help me be a ready clay. Mold me the way you want to and give me the strength to bear it when you are stripping me and remolding me.1