No Longer Mud...

But clay. Clay on the Potter's wheel.

I use to think I was just mud, now I know I just got a little muddy. I no longer believe I'm just mud, but through the grace of my God I now know and believe I'm clay on the wheel of a really great Potter.

As I took a long walk this morning, I began to think about the difference between mud and clay.

I came up with only one: purpose.

Mud lies in a rut on a dirt road. Clay is gathered from that same rut and sat on the potter's wheel and molded with a purpose.

I believe we're all clay instead of mud. The world would have us believe we're just mud. If we're all just mud then it doesn't matter does it? Our life has no purpose, we're just blowing in the wind. Just making it through one more day alive. The person beside us at work, our neighbors near us, our family, the person at the gas pump, the lady in line at the grocery store, the policeman down the street, the fireman around the corner, the friends we hang out with... none of their lives matter if we're all just mud.

But what if we are all clay? What if we have all been gathered and hand picked by an amazing Potter and placed upon his wheel to be molded and shaped into vessels with purpose? Great purpose. With a great Mastermind behind it all.

Then lives do matter. Words do count. Actions do make a difference.

So, today my words are short and simple. We are clay, not mud. Clay on the wheel and in the hands of a loving and faithful God who is molding each one of us into who he planned long ago for us to be. His vessels. Like Him. God is love. Let us choose to be love aslo.

If you're like me, you've been asking the question, "God, what's going on here? What can I do to make a difference since everything seems so out of hand?" I believe his answer to me was "love". Just love. Love the person that walks out of the same front door that I do and eats the food I buy. Love the person that walks out of the front door next to mine. Love the person that rings me up at the grocery store. Love the person that is in front of me with a hundred and fifty items to be rang up. Love the person who is pumping gas next to me. Love the persons in my life who may be a little more difficult to love. Love the person that yells at me today at work. Love the person beside me at work today. LOVE. Just love. Love any and everybody that happens to walk in my path today. And the next day and the next. Because they are not mud, they are clay. They have purpose, I have purpose, you have purpose. We all have purpose.

That love will look different for every circumstance and every person. When we take a moment and we ask God to show us how to love each and everyone then we choose love over hate and we win. God's purpose wins. Each and every time.

God is love. I believe that it's a good day to begin to be that same love to this hurting world we're placed in for only a short time. Be intentional about it. Take time to do it. LOVE. Just love.

Because He first loved me,
Lenee