This morning I opened the top to my kiln only to see that something exploded during the firing. After I took everything out I noticed three things blew up. I was happy that every other item inside was not affected by this explosion.
I learned my lesson. I was eager to fire some other things and wanted to fill the kiln. The problem was the pottery that "blew" wasn't quite dry. It appeared dry, but I know that appearances can be deceiving.
Sure I hate the three pieces I worked on (hand formed) are no good now, but I had to laugh. It reminded me again how God is the Potter. Sometimes we, as the clay, jump into the fire before we're ready. When God wants us to wait, it's for a good reason. By using the time for prayer, reading and meditating we are preparing for when He tells us to move or "jump!" Otherwise we may end up like the clay pieces I cleaned up this morning, broken, jagged and splintered shards.
Lord as I sit and wait, please remind me your timing is perfect. Help me to see it is worth the wait. Amen
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7 comments:
Sorry about your pieces, but love the analogy. The Potter and the clay is one of my favorite images of us in relation to God. I love the thought of being molded by God if we let him. I much rather hum a Potter than a sculptor-they have to chisel away to get the desired outcome.(Although I've been there
too:( )
Thanks Karinann, I haven't thought about the comparison of the sculptor. The idea of chiseling away... I sculpt in clay but form may be the better word. Chiseling away the excess or what's not needed. It does give the thought of a more painful shaping though! :)
Amen to letting God mold me. I may fight for awhile, but in the end, His molding is much better than mine! Blessings dear one!
JBR Me too ~ me too!
We are potters, too. I will remember this the next time we fill the kiln.
Hi Pam,
I hope I learned my lesson! Peace!
Not sure if this was an encounter with an angel, but:
On 9/11, I, like all Americans, was stunned and wept most of the day. When I heard of the Pentagon attack, I knew America was under attack. I fell to my knees to pray (and sobbed) and felt someone beside me... presumed it was my cat, looked and no one was there... cat was in another room.. but I knew I was not alone, someone was there to comfort me during this dark hour.
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