The Master Potter

"As they pass through the valley...they make it a place of springs..."

This past week has been a valley week for my family and I. As some of you know who are close friends, our little Oliver Isaiah never breathed into this world, but breathed in the breath of Heaven - seeing Jesus before any of us got to meet him here on this earth. To say the least, it has been a shock. A little baby....gone. Many thoughts, many emotions, many tears....and yes, questions; yet the evidence of God's grace in the midst of the trial is undeniable. The loving arms of the Body of Christ, of family members - helped bring comfort as they wepted with us in the sorrow.

In times like these, questions do rise, comments are said that make you think and of those comments that kept coming out was "this will help you as you minister to others..." I tried to process this comment...I know that God uses the things in our lifes to enable us to be able to touch others...but somehow, this concept ran too far ahead from where my brother and sister were...just tasting the sorrow! Rain falls on the good and the evil - this is life. It is hard, but God is good. We all need a time to sorrow, to grieve, to release and let go.

In the midst of the hardness of life, God IS good, He is with us, and He is For us. He is WITH us as we walk through this life - He helps us "go from strength to strength, till each appears before God in Zion."

God is for us! He is for ME! He is For YOU! Over the events of last week, I saw a picture of a piece of pottery being molded by the Master Potter - shaping, smoothing, forming and sometimes taking off pieces to His liking....gently. The pushing and molding of our Master Potter's hands create us to be more and more like Him. As life pushes, pulls, cuts, hurts....We can trust Him, and know His Hands are always on us lovingly holding us and using these things for a glory we can not fully comprehend! May we hold fast to a Kingdom view, that is how we can look up with Hope!

Yet, O LORD, you are our Father.
We are the clay, you are the potter;
we are all the work of your hand.

Death is a mystery this side of Heaven....May we see through Heaven's Eyes of Hope and Life and Joy! We will see Oliver again, and what a joyful day that will be! Sorrow does come but Joy will come in the morning!!


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