You turn things upside down, as if the potter were thought to be like the clay! Shall what is formed say to him who formed it, “He did not make me”? Can the pot say of the potter, “He knows nothing”?  Isaiah 29:16

I have to admit that I have trouble with the concept of being clay and not having a voice in my development. It’s not that I’m rebellious and want my own way; it’s just that I want some say in what happens to me. Okay, I admit it. I’m afraid that God’s plan for me won’t suit me. What if I would make a great ceramic bowl to be displayed and admired, but instead I get molded into an ashtray? All right, maybe being a display bowl is too pretentious. But what if I would make a great serving dish that could be useful in many ways, but I get molded into a chamber pot? (In that case, I think I’d rather be an ashtray.)  In my mind, I know that God wants not only what is good for me but also what is best for me. Still, I have trouble feeling that truth in my heart and living it in my life, especially when people around me treat me like I am an ashtray or worse.  I’ve learned that when I do what God wants me to do, I am being who God wants me to be. I won’t have to worry about how that might look to me or to anyone else.

Father, help us be who you want us to be, wherever we are. Help us to joyfully participate in what you are doing. We pray this through Jesus, our Savior. Amen.