Here it is. A record. I like to learn, and I like memories. So, I am excited to write down what I learn, so i can remember my memories! :) SWEET.
Thursday, February 3, 2011
Wednesday, February 2, 2011
yeaaa.
hurt. it's a funny thing to feel.
I promised myself that i would be honest in this blog. This way, in a few months i could come back and evaluate my growth. So that's what I plan to do now.
I sometimes wish that being molded into Christ's image wasn't so painful. I feel like sometimes I'm not very easy for the potter to work with. I guess that's just a way that He shows His glory. I'm just a pile a mud. I'm a very thankful pile a mud though, never thankful enough, but in general, thankful. I'm thankful that He chose to mold me. I'm thankful that in His will, I won't be trampled over. I'm thankful that he chose to pick up a pile of mud like me and make something out of it. And even though the potter may have to take a little longer smoothing out my dinks, I'm thankful for His patience. I'm thankful that He expects me to be beautiful for His glory and won't give up until I'm just that. The Potter signed His name on me. He made me His. What else is more wonderful?
But I also have to remember that the potter chose other piles of mud. Other piles of mud that he decided to work the dinks out of. And while I would love to live in a world that didn't have hurt, I'll be patient. I'll be patient while He works all of our dinks out. I'll try not to forget that I once wasn't smooth on the right side. And most importantly, I'll remember that I can't smooth out somebody else's side. That's the potter's job. So i'll be concerned with my other side, the side that still needs a little work. It's neat that the same potter molds us all.
and He's good. He's so good. He knows what He's doing. Perfection is His game. Sovereign is His name.
So, Lord Jesus, mold me into your image. I'll patiently await your glorious return. You are sovereign over all. You are Lord of my life.
I promised myself that i would be honest in this blog. This way, in a few months i could come back and evaluate my growth. So that's what I plan to do now.
I sometimes wish that being molded into Christ's image wasn't so painful. I feel like sometimes I'm not very easy for the potter to work with. I guess that's just a way that He shows His glory. I'm just a pile a mud. I'm a very thankful pile a mud though, never thankful enough, but in general, thankful. I'm thankful that He chose to mold me. I'm thankful that in His will, I won't be trampled over. I'm thankful that he chose to pick up a pile of mud like me and make something out of it. And even though the potter may have to take a little longer smoothing out my dinks, I'm thankful for His patience. I'm thankful that He expects me to be beautiful for His glory and won't give up until I'm just that. The Potter signed His name on me. He made me His. What else is more wonderful?
But I also have to remember that the potter chose other piles of mud. Other piles of mud that he decided to work the dinks out of. And while I would love to live in a world that didn't have hurt, I'll be patient. I'll be patient while He works all of our dinks out. I'll try not to forget that I once wasn't smooth on the right side. And most importantly, I'll remember that I can't smooth out somebody else's side. That's the potter's job. So i'll be concerned with my other side, the side that still needs a little work. It's neat that the same potter molds us all.
and He's good. He's so good. He knows what He's doing. Perfection is His game. Sovereign is His name.
So, Lord Jesus, mold me into your image. I'll patiently await your glorious return. You are sovereign over all. You are Lord of my life.
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