"Let's be cheerful"! We have no more right to steal the brightness out of the day for our own family than we have to steal the purse of a stranger. Let us be as careful that our homes are furnished with pleasant & happy thoughts as we are that the rugs are the right color and texture & the furniture comfortable and beautiful"! Laura Ingalls Wilder

Saturday, February 18, 2012

clay




Clay
Debbie Penington
February 17, 2012

Lying in my slumber bed, dreaming of a lump of clay
Hands that knew just how to form it
reached right in, took it away

From my hands and into His, with tender care he drew it near
The lump of nothing I'd created
He held close as if  'twas dear

As I fought to get it back, because you know, it first was mine
I slowly changed my thoughts to join His
when I recognized the fine

vessel that was taking form, as I watched Him quietly awed
A master potter smoothed perfection
into what my hands had flawed

A vessel fine and fit for service was His skillful offering
Nothing that this child could give it
added to it, not a thing

 No longer did I want it back, in fact I gladly gave him more
clay from my own messed up life
He took it, ne'er demanding more

Now I dream with hands held open ever since that joyous day
The Master took the time to show me
just what He will do with clay.



Blessings, Debbie

27 comments:

  1. Nice poem and picture! Your family is the creative family! love,andrea

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  2. This poem is a PERFECT example of the beautiful vessel you have allowed God to create, Debbie. Glorious. blessings ~ tanna

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  3. You are so gifted, Debbie.

    Beautiful words....

    Deanna

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  4. Having been a potter, I love, even more the images of God as the Master potter. Your poem says it so beautifully.

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  5. I'm familiar working with clay and enjoyed this poem very much.

    I'm not much liking those new double word verification to send a comment now. Just saying...
    Have a nice week. JB

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  6. What a beautiful poem, you are a truly gifted poet. xo

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  7. Lovely verse, Deb! I am inspired to perhaps break out some of my writings to post - perhaps . . .

    I always love the metaphor of the clay and the molding - the artist in me. Joyous thoughts!

    My husband is posting on Spiritual Sundays now - he's had a real sabbatical since his accident the end of October and how God has molded him - he asked me to start him blogging! If you haven't seen it - or made the connection - he is writing as The Sheep's Pen - www.rosssheeppen.blogspot.com

    Joy!
    Kathy

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  8. What a beautiful poem and picture! Thanks for sharing this!

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  9. I love this poem and the Wilder quote on your header! I need to tape that on my bathrooom mirror!!

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  10. Beautiful - absolutely lovely. What I like is that you made it clear that He only molds what He is given.

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  11. such a beautiful poem...lovely words and He does mold us even when we aren't open to it...

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  12. Just popped over from "Camp and Cottage Living." Nice to meet you. I've added your blog to my Google Reader so I can find you again. 'til next time.

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  13. Debbie, your words--here in this beautiful poem, and there in my blog comments--are full of grace and beauty! "A word fitly spoken is like apples of gold in pictures of silver."
    It was a lovely weekend, and tonight all is well. I thank you for your prayers and for your life-giving words. You are a treasure to me.
    {{Hugs back...}}

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  14. I may have yakked about my love of poetry. Verse speaks to me in a way that no other writing can do. I can't write it, but I love it. This was wonderful, and I had one of those feelings that you get way down in your chest when you read something that speaks to you as I read it.

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  15. How true that we often think this life of ours is our own and we become demanding. What foolishness, really. God is the master potter and forms us to be more like his son every day. I'm grateful for that. Hope you had a restful weekend.

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  16. Debbie
    This is a great reminder to let go and let him do
    the shaping and molding. I find I play way too much
    interference!

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  17. That is lovely, I am going to copy it down and put it in my Bible. That is how I feel every time I come to that passage, but I have never had the beautiful words that you have. Thank you.

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  18. I am doing the exact same thing as Farm Girl!

    PS- I am sorry to hear that pottery classes are so expensive there. I just happened upon this studio and learned I can go year round anytime and super cheap! See, you just need to move here and be my neighbor!

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  19. This reminds me of the song Have Thine Own Way. Thou art the potter. I am the clay. It is one of the first religious songs I learned so many many years ago. I see on your sidebar you live in a 75 year old house. It made an impression on me because it is the same age as I am. Wow, it was built about the same time I was born. It is really old. Take good care of it. LOL
    Blessings,
    Charlotte

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  20. *my dear Debbie - I can't believe that quilting scares you! You and your girls do everything so well!!
    p.s. - I have to have a tooth out tomorrow, so pleeease remember me in your prayers; it's not a huge deal, but I don't look forward to it.

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  21. This is lovely Debbie, thank you so much for sharing

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  22. This was beautiful, Debbie. I especially love "A master potter smoothed perfection into what my hands had flawed" And one day, we will be made perfect and will no longer interfere!

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  23. we just finished Jeremiah and the potter during 2's and 3's sunday school. This poem is perfect! Good reminder of such a great lesson

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