The Work of His Hand

Reading Isaiah 62, 63, 64
My Verse:  64:8  "Yet, O Lord, You are our Father, we are the clay, and You are our Potter, and we all are the work of Your Hand."

This verse not only tells me that You made me but that I am clay.  I get the sense from this that it means You are continually working on me - shaping me to be what you would have me to be.  You put things into my life that help to shape me.  Staying up with Mom through the night at the hospital was hard.  Watching her die was very hard.  I would ask you why  did it have to be so difficult.  I would pray for it to be over.  I began to realize that the timing was all Yours, that You needed me to experience this.  Once I realized that then it wasn't so hard.  I had a peace about it all. 

O Lord,  "Your [infinite] knowledge is too wonderful for me; it is high above me, I cannot reach it." (Psalm 139:6)

I read Psalm 139 to Mom those last days of her life.  At first I thought it was for her, to reassure her but after awhile I found I was being reassured as well.  It is comforting to know we are "the work of Your Hand."  It is reassuring to know that You, Lord, know "my coming and my going."  Mom was yours and You were taking her back, taking her home - to her true and final home. 

When I feel  uncertain and see things go awry around me I can turn to Your Word, the Truth and find comfort.  For it is truth. (John 17:17)

Ditat Deus - God Enriches!