My Dear, I am a master potter and I love to make wondrous creations. The first step is good clay; you are the clay.
Do not become dry clay little one; I know exactly what you need to become good clay in my hands. You need living water to satisfy and quench your thirst. Yet sometimes you look in every other place, high and low with great angst you seek… but I know it will not fill, it will not make you of good substance. Becoming too dry or too hard or too soft.
My Plan for you is for you to become all that you can be made into, all that you were created to be – a masterpiece, intricate in design, depth and character, no flaws, no cracks, fully sealed with my son Jesus. And when I pour into you, instead of leaking through the cracks or falling apart – you will overflow like a fountain.
A fountain that radiates in the sun and draws many people close by the peaceful and calming sounds of its living and sustaining water. I am life child and you will become life to others when you are filled with the spirit to mimic all you know and learn of me.
Relax in my arms and in my presence, for then I can easily mould you, trust me and remember who I am and what you are! For willing clay is a potters delight!
Lastly, remember that when its hottest and the hardest is when I am working most beautifully, refining and strengthening through the flame and the kiln, so that you may come out the other side strong, beautiful and purposefully designed with your makers seal and mark.
Love like a song
What is music little one?
‘I don’t know If I could possibly begin to define it and put into words; but it is sounds, high and low, deep and long, beautiful, unique, vastly interpreted, always changing, yet always “music”’.
“Child, I love you when you are on the heights and from the lowest lows, I love you so deep and long, forevermore! My love for you is like a sweet song; I play it unceasingly for all who will listen and attune thine ear to hear my love song. I play it through the sound of the trees through the wind, through the voice of a bird, I play it by the sea, upon the mountain tops, through rushing streams; all times everywhere. No noise could possibly drown me out.
The way you receive love is so different from another, but love nevertheless is the same, just as music in itself cannot be anything but, nor can I be anything but love, for I am. Let my love like a song wrap you up in all its elements and feelings. Let all else be drowned out and fall to the wayside when all you hear and see is I.
Time after time
You are so busy and constantly occupied with your days and moments. Rushing from one moment to the next, without regard for feelings, memories, reflection or your spirit. Do you know what your toil and labour gains for you? Slow down! Pause! Be still!
For I know your eagerness & see you think that time is short, tangible, measurable and under your control. Yet the moment you thought it was, the next moment it was just a mere memory of a past thought. Don’t you see that only the one who created time can live past and beyond its walls?
Trust me, trust my timing, walk with me, include me in your morning when you wake, before your feet hit the ground, in every moment and thought, be not far from me. Take time to be still enough to listen, to act in obedience and out of the peace and love that comes from refreshment. In trust and with full faith despite what you see, because all things are possible, I do not know the word impossible…
The things you see as “worries” can appear as mountains before you. But take a little time to ponder upon my greatness and those mountains become as mere anthills in comparison. Remember by whose breath it is that those mountains exist and stand, unshaken and steady.
I love to hear you pray for peace, strength, for faith, for obedience, for others, but most of all sweet child of mine, I just love to hear your voice as you speak of your day with me. So next time you worry about time, take the ‘time’ to be present with me, that I may pour out ravines of fulfilling love upon you!