But now, O LORD, You are our Father, We are the clay, and You our potter; And all of us are the work of Your hand. Isaiah 6:48
There are boxes being unpacked in our home. Boxes packed and meant to be unpacked in a different home, our new home, in a matter of two weeks.
About two weeks before Christmas things changed. Situations changed. And what we were convinced was God's will just months before, seemed so unlike it now. Things beyond our control happened and suddenly we were praying and we felt that the best and only solution was to walk away from this new house. And at the end of a week of uncertainty, anxiety and tension, once the decision was made to walk away from the house, there was a great deal of peace. But, as the dust settles from the decision, even though we know it is the best for everyone involved, there is still sadness, still this sense of loss. As we have prayed again and again, we know each of all of the steps we have made in this whole house journey have been God's will. So many things worked perfectly in so many ways to show that He had His hand on it all. And, even as it all fell apart, I still saw His hand in it all.
The questions during prayer came . . . Why, Lord, would you place us in a position like this only for us to have to walk away? I never shared any details here, but the house, the one that was to be our new home, was beautiful. It was far more than I ever expected. We began to make plans as to how we could use that home for His glory. What could we give back to Him for giving us the gift of that home? I planned parties and get togethers on the back deck. I envisioned housing travelers for the March for Life. But, all those plans washed away as things fell apart.
Yet He is faithful and He met my heart in prayer as I asked why. He actually had some questions for me . . .
Will you be clay in My hands?
Will you abandon the plans you have, even if you are sure that I called you to them, if I call you in another direction?
Will you set aside your desires for something better? Will you set them aside for Mine?
Will you allow Me to mold you and change you as I wish?
The planner in me yearns to know the path before us, yet it seems God is only lighting our path one day at a time. I do not know what this next year may hold. I just know He is asking me to be moldable.
Now, that is my theme, my prayer for 2018; May I be like clay in His hands.
And I am so excited to see the beauty He creates in my life in 2018. Have your way Lord!