Word of the Day
Beloved, come and receive. Come and discover the truths of the Potter’s Wheel and all it has had to offer in your life. Come discover how I view abused, broken and devastated pots of clay…how I view men, who like pots are made from clay unto Adam and now beyond. I formed you from the dust knowing there would be the need to reshape and remold in the days to come. I was perfectly aware of the process and did not disdain it nor did I shrink back from you because things would need to be revamped along the way. A good potter, which I am, has great patience and insight. He can see the end from the beginning without being dismayed or put off. He knows what the goal and outcome will be as he shapes the clay in His hands. There are really no surprises; but, there is distinct purpose interwoven and deposited into the vessel with each touch of His hand. It is the same with Me. The touch of grace, mercy, love and goodness are the same for everyone; but, the expression of that touch is different and unique to each. This is the way it should be and is.
In the beginning before you knew Me, you were a broken lifeless pot with no living water. Your surface, even if it might have looked shiny to some, was only an illusion. Some could look at you and see something good because it matched with their life values and morals. Others looked at you and judged according to their bondage to legalism and religion. However, I your Maker looked beyond the surface. I looked beyond the emptiness. I looked way past all temporal things and peered into the very molecular makeup of your clay…clay which I anticipated the shaping and molding of before the ages. Though I waited a long time and longed to co-labor with you according to your call and purpose, I knew to wait for the perfect time to pick you up from the world’s potter field and carry you home to My wheel. All the while as I carried you I whispered and sung songs of destiny and purpose. I told you things your ears could hardly believe for those who tended the enemy’s field had told you so many lies.
Therefore, I took the Rock and pounded the broken pieces…pounded the lies into fine dust in order to expose and find all the thorns and thistles of your life…all things you had embedded into the clay I created that had the capability to rob the beautiful vessel I made you to be. I did all this. I know at times it hurt to let go…hurt to see and know some things but it was and is still worth it. Why…because then came the awesome part as I scooped up all the dust…all the clay and poured My life of living water into you, drenching you…saturating every molecule of dust within and without. I permeated you with love. Once permeated with love, I began to shape you into the vessel I already knew you to be and took great enjoyment in watching you marvel at My work as the destiny of your life and calling began to unfold like a great mystery…the mystery of the ages…the love and infatuation of a bridegroom for His cherished bride.
Beloved, it is no different today. I am still infatuated, ravished and totally in love with you down to the tiniest molecule of dust from which you were made. Though your roots are dust, your life is now eternal in Me. Though you struggle at times, the glaze of My Presence coats you, covers you and envelopes you. Whether you are living in a wilderness, living in an oasis or anywhere in between does not diminish the beauty I see and rejoice over. For as I work with you continually on My potter’s wheel, the fragrance of who I am in you is being released. Sure the fires come…the heat comes and as a result you are strengthened for battle; yet, you are ornate enough to carry and dispense into the atmosphere of life My Presence wherever you go, the fragrance of Christ. Beloved, in all this there is one thing to remember. Everyone’s fragrance is different in smell, texture, heaviness and so on. Be grateful for what I have given you and never lose sight of your own fragrance while thinking the perfume of another is better somehow than the one I made you to be. It is not so. There are many beautiful vessels waiting on your perfume…your fragrance. They need yours and not that of another. What you have will cause them to see how they were declared beautiful before all time…that they too are ones who have been confiscated and salvaged…that they too are treasures brought in from the world’s field into My house of grace, mercy and love. They too have a place on My wheel and will demonstrate the glories of My great love. They like you were beautiful before all time.
Arise and go down to the potter’s house, and there I will cause you to hear My words. Then I went down to the potter’s house, and behold, he was working at the wheel. And the vessel that he was making from clay was spoiled in the hand of the potter; so he made it over, reworking it into another vessel as it seemed good to the potter to make it (Jeremiah 18:2-4)
Prayer
Lord, I hear Your call to come and learn from the potter’s wheel…to come and discover truths about You and how they relate to me. As I learn about how You go to great effort to rescue devastated and abused jars…abused pots of clay, my heart ascends in praise for the one who loved me enough to rescue me from the devil’s clutches…from his field of broken dreams and lost worth. How I love You Lord. There is no other who could do or will do what You have done. Your tender, ever foreseeing heart has loved and will always love me, cracks and all. Thinking about the abandoned, rejected pots in relation to my own life brings tears to my eyes as I ponder Your goodness. All I want to have is the same heart towards the loved, the broken and the lost as You had for me.
Every lifeless dry place in my heart was most important to You…so much so, the sacrifice of Your life was required and freely given. You never gave up on me for the vision of Your heart for my life was the joy set before You as You endured the Cross. I cannot imagine loving a friend, let alone a vicious enemy, enough to lay down my life with the possibility the act would not be appreciated or even accepted. However, You looked beyond the sin…the emptiness…the temporal…and peered into the very makeup of my being and said, “It is good.”
Lord, You took my broken pieces…all the worthless things and pounded the lies surrounding my worth and value into fine dust. You removed all the thorns and thistles of life and continue to do so. Everything embedded into my heart meant to cause me evil You turned for good as You released saturating amounts of living water into my very soul where unfertile, unloved soil abided. You scooped soil and living water into Your hand and placed it on Your Potter’s wheel to shape me… form me into a vessel of honor You always knew me to be. What a good treasure hunter You are.
Lord, I so want to be just like you in the reality of my life, not in theory but in practicality. In my head I know these things you say to me are true; but never the less, they are not always revelation to my heart. I ask you to open the eyes of my heart and fill me with so much love I overflow with love and grace into every area of my life…that I flow into the people I struggle with on an ongoing basis. Let the mystery of the ages…the love of the Bridegroom for His bride unfold with natural and eternal power to transform both me and others. Strengthen me for battle and teach me to marvel even more at what the touch of Your hands has accomplished in me as I move to Your rhythm on the wheel of Your heart. May Your fragrance be the only thing I emanate. I will not desire the fragrance of another but will be pleased with my place…vessel that You have taken so much time to fashion. Yes Lord, I am one who was beautiful before all time and always will be. Amen
Reflect and Journal
- Meditate on seeing the Lord strolling through a field of broken and beat up pots…some with no handles…some with no pour spout…some with many cracks and holes…and even some broken in pieces displaced and separated from one another. Are you one of these clay pots? If so which one…if not mentioned in the above examples…write down a description and the condition of your own pot when He found you or as you need Him to find you now.
- After you have done this, ask Him to show you how He currently sees your vessel…your clay pot. Ask Him what needs to be done…what needs the touch of His hand and give Him permission to rescue you in your area of struggle or need….then submit to the process knowing He will destroy lies, gather up, add living water and reshape into something full of His living water. This can relate to your whole life or one area. We all have areas in need of the Master Potter’s touch.
- Meditate on how the Lord of Lord and King of Kings who created you in His image can peer into the very molecular structure of your clay and water to see what you need. Write how this makes you feel or what you think according to the personality He gave you. If you are not a poet don’t write a poem…and so on. If you see or think the answer in a math equation then so be it. Just Be Free!
- Write your thoughts on comparing yourself to another vessel or another fragrance? Are you pleased with the fragrance He has made you into through the submission of your heart to Him? If not, do not dismay and compare yourself with another. Ask instead if there is something He wants to do in you or break agreement with any lack of self-worth in order to received His ravished, infatuated, smitten, lovesick, besotted, forever committed heart for you.