Isaiah 64:8 “But now, O Lord, thou art our father; we are the clay, and thou our potter; and we all are the work of thy hand.”
“Life is not as idle ore, but iron dug from central gloom and battered by the shocks of doom to shape and use.” I came across this quote in my morning devotional the other day, My Upmost for His Highest. The Lord desires for us to be shaped, shaped closer to the image of Himself. For us to be formed into that our callused hearts must experience fire to be softened. Our hearts must first me broken and made pliable for the Lord to change and shape. Imagine that you are a block of hard unbreakable steel. You desire to become this beautiful sword, so what must you do? You must go through heat to be softened. You must sit in the fire and stay. You must be beaten with a mallet repeatedly while already in the fire. You must remain in that fire for this to work. You must not jump out of the fire when it becomes to painful. You must not move out of the way when you see the mallet coming once again to hit you. For you to become that sword that you desire so badly to be you have to go through the process of being made into the sword. You don't just go to bed a block of steel and wake up a sword. It takes time, it take patience, it takes endurance. But unlike the world, we have a hope. We have the promise of the Lords comfort in these times, we have Him always. The Lord wants so badly for us to be willing for Him to use, but the Lord doesn't want a block of steel, He wants an instrument in which He can use. For that to happen the process of being useful to Him must take place. Sitting in hard times, enduring the pain, pressing on because the Cause of it all is beyond worthy of it.