“Yet you, Lord, are our Father.
We are the clay, you are the potter;
we are all the work of your hand.” - Isaiah 64:8 NIV
I’m having one of those mornings where nothing really comes to mind to write. I look at the page on my computer screen and all I see is the reflection of me staring back at me.
I shake my head and bow my head and say “Nothing. I’ve got nothing this morning.”
A blank screen... a blank page... a blank slate.
And that’s when it hits me. That who I am. That’s what I want to be.
I want to be a blank slate or a blank page for God. Where He can write His story on me. Where He can mold and make me into the man that He wants me to be.
How I long to be that blank slate.
To be wiped clean and made new, all I had to do was ask Jesus into my heart as Lord and Savior and ask Him to forgive me of my sins. At that point, I was wiped clean, washed in the blood of the Lamb and made fresh and clean as the new fallen snow.
For some reason becoming a blank slate and clean page longing to be used by God tends to be the harder part. At least for me. That’s where my will and my way collide with God’s will and God’s way.
When I surrendered and accepted Jesus, my will and my sin collided with Him and His grace, love and holiness.
Today, it’s my will and my ways, my dreams and my goals colliding with Him.
For some reasons those things are the hardest to let go of.
His will and His ways are far better, and though they are not necessarily my ways, they are far greater and far more than mine could ever be. His goals and dreams for me, far bigger, far loftier than anything I can dream or chase.
He has the keys and the car, but all too often I still try to drive.
So, I have to let go and give even that part of me to Him and allow Him to take my will and my dreams and make them, even change them into His will and His way for me. It’s hard to let go and allow the Great Creator to create.
O Lord, how I long to be that blank slate. How I long to have my will, my dreams and goals align with you and your will and plan for me. O Lord, mold me and make me into what it is and who it is that you want me to be. Create in me a new heart. I love you Lord and I praise your name. In Jesus name I pray. Amen.
Keep the Faith... Carpe Diem