So I'm thinking today of the potter's wheel, but not so much about the wheel, but about the clay. What must the lump of clay be feeling when it is plucked from the mass and plopped on the wheel? "Oh no! Not me!", or maybe "What's happening to me?", or how about "I don't like this. I want to stay just the way I am."
The analogy, taken straight from scripture, is exactly where I am right now. I'm the lump, the blob. I'm freeform clay and not so excited about changing. I don't know what the end product will be...I'm not privileged to that information. I don't know why the work began, or more interesting to me right now, when it will STOP.
It just feels that I'm being spun around and around, with pieces of me being molded and smoothed. It's uncomfortable, dizzying. I'm not able to focus on the big picture, but just on the changes going on in me. I'm not in control.
But I do know a few things. If I harden right now, I will break. If I refuse to be molded, I will never become what I was intended to be. And if I hop off of the wheel, I will fall helplessly to the floor, in control again, but without help, hope.
So although much is out of my control at this time, I will continue to stay on the wheel, stay moldable, and wait with great expectation to see what happens. Why???
I know the Potter.