About This Blog

My blog shares my recovery journey from childhood abuse to living with mental illness. I've been involved in twelve step groups and therapy since 1982. I accepted Jesus as my Savior in 1988. To the best of my ability, I have followed where He wants me to go and what He wants me to do. Maybe you'll find the hope and strength you need through what I write. Maybe you want to stop hurting yourself. Maybe you have a friend who needs help and can benefit from my story. I was newly disabled when I asked God this question: "What do you want me to do with my life?" I closed my eyes and paused for a few moments to still my mind. This is what I sensed from Him: "Amy, I want you to write your story to bring hope and healing to those who are still suffering." And that's exactly what I am doing!

Sunday, February 09, 2014

The Potter's Hands

Isaiah 64:8  "Yet you, Lord, are our Father. We are the clay, you are the potter; we are all the work of your hand."

Have you ever had the privilege of watching a potter at work with a blob of clay, water, sponges, a potter's wheel and their hands?  


I have and it's quite amazing to see.


I was attending a small groups conference hosted by our church. I wasn't sure what to expect during this session.  


It was life changing.


So much of what happens between the potter and the clay is exactly like what happens between God and us.  God puts us on His wheel, places His strong gentle hands around us then begins to clean us.


Clay has what's called mire in it.  It's basically junk that needs to be removed from the clay before the clay can be formed into something.  Once that is done the shaping can begin.


The potter is in complete control from beginning to end.  That's what God asks us to do with Him - let Him have complete control of our lives.  I'm not there yet but I hope to be soon.


When the shaping is finished, the clay gets fired and painted. The potter is very proud of what they've created.  Remember God saying in Genesis about creating us that what He created was, "Very good."


One of the eye openers I'm having right now is I don't trust God as much as I thought I did.  I would much rather live in misery that I can control than live in uncertainty that He controls.  I know that sounds dysfunctional but it's the truth.


How do I grow in my trust with God?  I don't know but I bet my Christian therapist will have some ideas and hopefully some homework.