Blob of Clay
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But now, O Lord, you are our Father; we are the clay, and you are our potter; we are all the work of your hand. (Isaiah 64:8 ESV)
My hands followed all the curves – some wanted some not – as I examined myself in front of the morning mirror. Normally I would resent and be critical of the unwanted extra weight, but I had decided to praise the Lord for abundance and provisions instead. I did miss the body of my youth, but I had promised myself and the Lord to stop cursing the very body He made.
Yes, it’s true. We do our part to tear down and allow our vessels to fall apart. We sure do. But I had repented and set healthy eating in place, was making choices to move more, and easing myself into lifestyle changes. All good stuff, but I also knew I needed to start changing from the neck up if I wanted to see changes from the neck down.
So now, I am praising Him in the morning mirror. I am trusting the potter to shape me into the vessel that He needs and designed for this season of my life.
But who are you, O man, to answer back to God? Will what is molded say to its molder, “Why have you made me like this?” (Romans 9:20 ESV)
Father, oh how we – Your daughters – struggle to accept ourselves. Thank You that You are not done with us lumpy blobs of clay, but that You are working in our minds, hearts and bodies to mold us into the women You’ve designed us to be. Help us to cling to You Lord as we embrace healthy changes both inside and out. May our eyes be firmly set on You and not on our scales. In Jesus’ name, Amen!