Lord, You are the Potter, I am clay in Your hands. You shape me and mold me into a vessel for Your glory, so it’s good … all good. There is purpose in the shaping, but mercy goodness! Sometimes the pressure is hard.
And yet … what a beautiful expression of Your love. You sanctify us — You shape us and mold us and refine us in the fire so that we might know You more, so that we will become holy as You are holy.
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I grabbed a fresh cup of coffee, its hefty aroma calling to me from an ocean of deep thoughts — thoughts of persevering through the fiery trials. I settled onto the porch swing and tried to relax in the presence of the graceful day lilies swaying rhythmically in the breeze.
My spirit was exhausted from waging battle against life. My mind quarreled with the faithfulness of God; My spirit reminded me of my blessings. I knew the promises of God … I did.
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Lord, You are my God. You hide me beneath the shadow of Your wing and I am safe. I will fear no evil, but it sure does whisper loudly calling my name, taunting me, causing me to tremble. Sometimes it’s hard to stand strong.
You, Lord, are my refuge and my fortress. Your truth is my shield and buckler, and in Your Name, I have placed my trust. Though a thousand fall at my side, and ten thousand fall at my right hand, I will fear no evil, for You are with me. You have given Your angels charge over me to keep me in all my ways.
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I woke early this morning. Grabbing a cup of coffee, I wandered to the couch, sat curled up on the end, and enjoyed a gentle refreshing breeze coming through the open window. The light of dawn burst through the dark of night as birdsong broke through the silence. So great a cloud of witnesses there in the breaking of dawn.
Birds.
None were visible, but all were heard.
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Lord, You are my everything, my all-in-all. I love to tell Your story, to be an instrument of Your peace. But somedays, all of my focus turns back on myself and I don’t want to put forth the effort to walk this journey of faith. Am I complacent, Lord? Is this how You see me?
I don’t want to be complacent.
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