A few wonderful friends, realising that I am procrastinator at heart, deceided to spoil me for my 40 birthday, and enrolled me for pottery classes, in the very same building as where Claypot, meets on Sundays. After just 2 classes I realised that working with clay is excatly how God works with me, mouling me into His shape.
Its really cold when sitting, in winter, at a potterswheel. Arms dripping with clay-ish water, to make sure the clay is moist enought to work with. Before you start to create a pot, its fital to centre the clay on the wheel, to make sure that the ball of clay lies exactly in the middle. This is done while the wheel is turning. The potter places both hands (wet with water) on the clay, left palm on the side of the clay, right hand vertical ontop of the clay. Now pressure is applied to the clay pushing forward and downward until you can feel that they clay moves smoothly under your hands. Any deviation, any slight off centre movement will distort the pot.
Whilst sitting wiht my weary arms applying pressure until sweat kept the clay moist, I realised that this is exactly what God does to me. He applies pressure from all sides, from above to ENSURE that He is the centre of my life, and any deviation destorts my life. Even when sculpting everyday, He persists with this process, persists with the pressure to assist me in choosing to make HIM the centre of everything I do, to make every rhithm entrenched with Him , until I am moist enought so that He can sculpt my character into His.
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