A few weeks ago, I wrote about how it felt like all of my dreams were lying like broken shards of glass around my feet.
As I enter 2017, I am hopeful that even what appears to be the most fractured of dreams can be restored through the power of God at work in my life. That’s not to say they will look the same as they did when they first began to crack and shatter, because life doesn’t quite work like that.
“Go down to the potter’s shop, and I will speak to you there.” So I did as he told me and found the potter working at his wheel. But the jar he was making did not turn out as he had hoped, so he crushed it into a lump of clay again and started over.” Jeremiah 18:2-4
“And yet, O LORD, you are our Father. We are the clay, and you are the potter. We all are formed by your hand.” Isaiah 64:8
When the time came to move out of the grey area of indecision and into the future promise God was leading me to, it really felt as though life was over. This time last year was such a turmoil, that at the time I couldn’t begin to imagine how God can resurrect any kind of hope for my future. And as I stand in this same moment a year later, I can’t wait to see what more God is going to do
See, what He has been doing over the course of the last twelve months, is to lovingly – and not always so gently – tale the mess, the clay of my life had become, and re-model it.
When the life you walk starts to take a detour, and you reach the point when you realise WITH GOD the “jar He was making did not turn out as He (or you) hoped” it is not beyond God’s capabilities to start again with what we offer to Him.
Even if it looks like we have nothing left to offer, God is in the business of making something from nothing. He is literally working this out in my life as I look to the hope of my future with Him.
I know how I want the jar to look when God is finished – but who am I to tell the Potter how to do His job. All I can do is submit my hopes and dreams to Him as a New Year begins, and watch – probably with awe – at what God is able to create with the broken dreams of my life.
If the last three months is anything to go by, I can’t wait to work with Him as we remodel this “jar of clay”.