lessons from the massage table...

Yes... I had a massage today...
as she tells me...Think limp lasagna... relax...
I think... That doesn't really help...

Trying to relax... rest... in the working of muscles...
a new thought enters...

Rest... as clay... in the Potter's hands...

Clay... I can relate to that...
all mankind formed from the dust of the ground...
a conglomeration of dirt... water... minerals... salts...
that's what I'm made of...

And as she pushes...
pulls...
pounds...
and presses...
I ask Him to teach me...
to rest... relax...
in His hands...
as He pulls...
pounds...
and presses...
in my life...

I pray to be sensitive to His touch...
able to rest... even when it hurts...

Learning to be... clay in His hands...
not resisting... the circumstances...
people... He brings into my life...
but rest... trusting that He's at work...
for good...
for healing...
for transformation...

So when I went down to the potter's house,

and there he was working at his wheel.

And the vessel he was making of clay was spoiled 

in the potter's hand, and he reworked it into

another vessel, as it seemed good to the potter to do.

Then the word of the Lord came to me:

"O house of Israel, can I not do with you as this potter has done?

declares the Lord. Behold, like the clay in the potter's hand,

so are you in my hand, O house of Israel. ..."

Jeremiah 18:3-8 ESV

Father God... help me to embrace Your lessons

from the massage table... Help me to learn...

to rest and trust... in the work You are about in my life...