"Ouch!" says the lump of clay as the Potter throws it back on the wheel.
The wheel spins faster and faster as the firm hand of the Potter begins to shape the clay.
"I am creating a vessel of honour - an instrument of great unsurpassed beauty to be of service in the courts of the King."
"Not my will, but thine be done."
"Ouch!" says the ruby as the Craftsman chips away at the unwanted matter.
The sharp instrument grinds deeper as the firm hand of the Craftsman transforms the ruby.
"Stop it, I can’t take any more".
"I chose you to be a priceless gem in the palace of the King - a radiant, beautiful treasure of great worth."
"Not my will, but thine be done "
The dross drips away as the Refiner turns up the heat.
"Stop it, I can’t take any more".
"You are being fashioned to shine forever in the King’s domain where you
will reign together in spender and majesty."
"Not my will, but thine be done."
"Ouch!" says the tree as the Gardener prunes another branch.
The saw cuts away at the flesh causing great pain.
"Stop it, I can’t take any more."
"This must be done in order for you to bear more fruit in the garden of the King."
"Not my will, but thine be done."
"Ouch!" says the woman as her Father prizes out a root of rebellion from her heart.
The procedure is agonizingly painful.
"Stop it, I can’t take any more."
"My precious daughter" replies her Father, "I need to do this to transform you into the image of My own dear Son. Weeping may endure for the night, but joy comes in the morning. Whom the Lord loves, He chastens. The loving discipline may hurt, but it is necessary, for the end result will be glorious. I must bring to your attention the things that hinder your maturity so that I can purge them from your heart forever. I am adorning My glorious bride to rule and reign with Me in My Kingdom. I am taking you from glory to glory - from strength to strength. I am stamping my own image upon your heart as you yield to My hand upon your life."
"Not my will, but thine be done."
By DELWYN McALISTER – reflecting recent trials
Griffith, New South Wales, Australia
I found the above poem at Above Rubies. Today seems like a good day for reflection on the work of my Father's very capable, compassionate and loving hands ;)
Praise be to His wisdom and glory ;)
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2 comments:
Well, I am still unpolished enough that I have said a lot more than just ouch. I sure feel like a big ole piece of coal an awful lot instead of a diamond:) He is still working on me right?
Yes, dear sister He is still working on you--Praise His Name ;)
If our Father was not so longsuffering He would have already "Burnt" this hunk of coal!
Kendra, you may "Feel like a big ole piece of coal an awful lot instead of a diamond," but He reveals way more of your sparkles than you realize :)
I for one am very thankful that you are a part of my life :)
Love you,
Sharon
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