I must confess that “Clay for the Potter” is my most heartfelt poem. I’ve written a few through the years, but none puts things into perspective for me like this one. Little did I know that this poem was the beginning of a journey….One of great discovery! It began the very moment that I surrendered to the Potter. It was then that I stood on the Potter’s Wheel to be shaped and molded into His creation, not mine.
I found that in my weakest moments that He was making me strong. So, to say that I wrote this poem, “Clay for the Potter” in a matter of hours would be factual, but in all actuality, it took me a life time. Every climbed mountain….Every deep and lowly valley….Each one was a stepping stone leading me to The Potter’s Wheel to be clay in the master’s hand.
My mind was whirling like a leaf in the wind. Pieces of the poem began to formulate, but penning them into words would come later. Nothing would’ve made me any happier than stopping and writing my thoughts on paper, but duty called. Work would take precedence, at least for the moment. I certainly didn’t linger after work.
I found myself making a bee line towards home and to my place of inspiration. It is far from eloquent, but instead cozy, rustic, and very simplistic. It’s my thinking chair….Where my poems and devotions come to life! If only it could talk. My old chair could expose my soul. It has heard my prayers, caught my tears, and felt my pain.
The very fibers within the arms and cushion contain my DNA. They are woven and imbedded within its brown and woolen fabric. I could find more elaborate places to think and meditate, but there’s just something about this piece of furniture that’s near and dear to my heart. We have joined together….Like two trees intertwining. I’ve become a part of it and it has become a part of me.
In turn, I strive to plant a seed in others about our Lord and Savior Jesus Christ. Whether in the form of a poem or a daily devotion, my desire is to pen it just as it was intended by God. This particular poem, “Clay for the Potter,” moved me in a profound way. It opened my eyes to the truth….That we are all His creation! What’s required on our part is complete surrender. When we relinquish the reigns to God, it’s then we become the clay. We stand on His wheel to be shaped and molded into a new creation.
My solemn prayer is that every reader will become that clay for the Potter – to be worked and kneaded into whatever shape is desired by Him. Your lines and cracks are unique to you. See, no two will ever be the same. The scripture says, “We are fearfully and wonderfully made,” so let Him create within you a masterpiece.
Which part of the poem was the most emotional for you to write and why? Every word speaks to my heart. It touches me in ways that words could never eloquently describe. In fact, like I stated earlier it’s my most heart-felt piece, but one sentence stands out above all others. It’s the part that says this: “So, examine these places within my clay, and listen well to what they say.” Hear the wisdom within these words. There’s a message here within this short and defined sentence. We make mistakes on this journey called life. I’ve certainly made my fair share.
When I reflect back on the roads traveled, I simply shake my head in awe and wonder. Many of these roads were never meant for traveling. Yet, through the love, mercy, and grace of our heavenly father he made my path straight. Like that old saying says, “Hind sight is twenty-twenty.” Take heed to your elders. Listen to their testimonies. There is much wisdom to be gained from their stories. (Right: Copyright attribution and permission granted by Christal Ann Rice Cooper)
We could save ourselves lots of headaches and heartache if we would just surrender. What do we have to lose? If heaven and hell are non-existent then we lose nothing, but if they exist what then? I would rather go through life living for God than to discover at the end of my journey that heaven and hell are real and I lose my soul. This is why this sentence in the poem stands out to me above all others.
Finding yourself as a single parent is hard, but abandonment makes it even harder. I could describe in great detail every word and action, but for what purpose? It’s been a process to say the least, but with God’s help I’ve finally found forgiveness. Let me be the first to say that I’m imperfect. I made mistakes and still do. I could’ve done some things differently, but I’ve asked God and him for forgiveness. It’s been quite the journey, but I’ve grown and matured through every step. There have been many valleys along the way, but the mountain top is coming. In fact, I find myself in mid-climb. Me and my son both should be statistics….And not the good ones mind you! Instead, we have found blessings and favor from God. I haven’t always lived the Christian life, but I now work diligently toward patterning my life with God, church, and people who are true spirit-filled believers of Christ.
Instead, I thank God for using me and speaking through me. I was simply a willing vessel. I was clay on the potter’s wheel to be shaped and molded by him. I’m still that clay in His hands. He’s constantly working and kneading me into a new creation. He’s creating a masterpiece. My prayer is that you will allow him to create a masterpiece in you! Remember, “You are fearfully and wonderfully made” and you are loved by our heavenly father. (Right: Belinda reading her Bible. Copyright permission granted by Belinda Bourgeois for this CRC Blog Post only)