Monday, March 31, 2008
Shaping
Denying myself is so hard. Admitting that I'm wrong is so difficult and painful. Everything in me wants to deny my guilt, to point at other causes, to reject blame, and not own up to my faults. It's so hard to bear up under the pointing out of all my wrongdoings, especially from people that I care about most. It's like I'm of the mindset, "I'm pretty clean, I don't care about being cleaner!". But Jesus wants me to be, and yet still I'm so unwilling in my flesh, because it doesn't want to die. Oh to be more malleable, pliable, and compliant, to be easily shaped by the Master Potter. I have hope that he wants to fashion me into something most beautiful.
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we are so natural. so elemental. what are we but withered grass, fallen flowers, clay, dust... dirt. so crude, so simple. we try to build ourselves up and say "look what i have done. look what i have made", but we're still just as we were before. when we submit to what we truly are and give all of that to God, only then can we be fashioned into something truly great, something wholly pure.
thank you.
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