The word that came to Jeremiah from the Lord: 2 “Come, go down to the potter’s house, and there I will let you hear my words.” 3 So I went down to the potter’s house, and there he was working at his wheel. 4 The vessel he was making of clay was spoiled in the potter’s hand, and he reworked it into another vessel, as seemed good to him.
5 Then the word of the Lord came to me: 6 Can I not do with you, O house of Israel, just as this potter has done? says the Lord. Just like the clay in the potter’s hand, so are you in my hand, O house of Israel.
You are the word, Jesus. The word that came to me many years ago with mercy, kindness and love. The word that offered healing for my many wounds. The word that became flesh. The word among us. The word that came down from heaven and became incarnate – man – to take on my sins. Your Father was not satisfied to leave me wallowing in misery, separated from him because of my transgressions; no, he sent you to free me. Like clay you took what you knew was good, you reworked me; you continue to mold me and define me as yours. There is no other me that he has created; I am one of a kind, his beloved daughter; his chosen one for such a time as this. Thank you for this gift; the grace to start anew. I continue to be amazed at how you open my heart; gently moving me to look and see God’s goodness; to be aware both of the beauty he created and the evil too that waits for me to falter. Help me to always keep my eyes on you, my beloved Jesus, with the Father and your Holy Spirit.
Today I am at a time of growth and it is clear I am being led down a new path; a new journey. I still tremble, fear and do not fully trust. I stumble rethinking the ways in which I speak with you, being honest and open before you. It’s true, a portion of me still seems to measure myself instead of laying down my heart for you alone. Will I let go of my head and open my heart first? I need your strength O Lord, let me hold your hand and learn to walk in this new way, guided and directed by your Holy Spirit. I pray sweet Jesus for the grace to enter vulnerability, to allow you to come totally into my heart and rework this clay you have forming and making anew.
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