My Potter’s Hand

As I reflect on my life, I can’t help but glorify God for the journey He has mapped out for me. Each moment and lesson has had it’s purpose in moulding, stretching, crushing and humbling me. This route I travel prepares me for my calling and ultimately, my final destination. My fingers have been pried open from expectation’s I’ve clung to, being replaced with the hand of God who plans my voyage.

The road I’ve walked passed through the Valley of Death, where I watched three of my sons grasp at this fleeting life to gain eternity. I’d have preferred to bypass this valley to the sunny plains of life where I could nurture them with the milk that saturated my flesh, my arms empty. I’ve realised I’d have passed by the broken pilgrims along this pass, missing the opportunity to share in my Saviours comfort.

My journey included a flight over the ocean to a foreign land where nothing and no one was familiar. I’d have preferred to stay in my home land, growing in wisdom with my parents by my side. Instead, God drew me closer to Him in my loneliness. All distractions removed, I searched His Word gaining understanding and the desire to worship Him with my life.

This traipse included inadequate funds to provide for a growing family. I’d have preferred a satisfactory income, enough to see us by. If I had my way, I would have missed seen God work in miraculous ways to provide all our needs. I learnt to show compassion and give to those in need, knowing it was done for me.

I broke down and lost my way when my eyes were taken off His plan. I searched to fill my time with a meaningful task, one that will leave a monument on the path I walk. I found dissatisfaction and frustration instead. The garden God planted me in grew weeds as my focus shifted to fulfil my selfish ambitions. Through the grace of God, I was re-directed towards my calling where I embraced the realities and responsibility of motherhood. Now I desire to encourage wives and mothers, who might have lost their way, to cling to their supreme vocation of raising eternal souls for the glorification of God. Our time and effort will not be acknowledged in this world, but it will impact infinity.

If the pathway I travelled, had been mapped out differently, I would not be who I am today. Every trail He used has not been in vain. Everyone of them shaped me for His pleasure. I can’t think of a more superior place to be than in my Potter’s hand. Where He’ll continue to fashion me into the wife and mother he designed me to be.

Our voyage’s are unlike each other. The gardens we’ve been planted in are unique. God will use our trials and afflictions to purify and utilize us. He doesn’t waste anything. He gives us beauty for ashes. He makes all things work to the good of those who love Him. He is sovereign, and nothing can separate us from His unfailing love.

“And not only that, but we also glory in tribulations, knowing that tribulation produces perseverance; And perseverance, character; and character, hope. Now hope does not disappoint, because the love of God has been poured out in our hearts by the Holy Spirit who was given to us.” Romans 5:3-5