Let The Transformation Begin!

I am like Tinker Bell, drunk on her enthusiasm to light up the world. She scatters about, hither and yon, with not a care for anything but bringing light, and sparkle whether it is wanted or not. I have continued to ask the Lord to show me how I keep myself from being my best self. So He did. Bluntly. This is the vision that popped into my head. I come into situations in a way that is read as aggressive, intrusive, pushy and overbearing. All the while I think I am nothing but a positive force, because of my desire to spread light and sparkle. This is not very pretty. I am shown in a way a 3 year old can understand how destructive this is. My behavior is obnoxious. The recognition of this fact washes over me. "Please change me, Lord. Please help me understand how to be different"

Well, He then whispered, "Allow me to mold you. Like a potter molds the clay. Be clay. Allow me to help you."

I was walking outside at this moment on a cold wintery day, the sun shining and I was soaking in the peace of knowing I am not finished yet. I know the Lord himself will change me if I will allow him. The image of me being a clump of clay came into mind, and allowing Him to take off all the rough pieces.

Just then, I heard two neighbors say hello. I turned around realizing how lost in thought I had become. Karen I had met, but not the other lady. " Hi, Im Katherine. I'm the one with the pottery studio."

I was struck dumb. Seriously, Lord? Really? Is it this simple? I mean within moments of understanding I need to be molded, I meet this a woman who creates pottery? In my own neighborhood? I had seen her signs out this past fall, selling her pottery. They were temporary signs with a few balloons attached to grab the attention of passersby. I have never had any interest in pottery, either purchasing it, or creating it. I don't get it. I look at it, and I do not see beauty. It's just not my thing.

However, within this brief exchange Katherine was inviting me down to her studio to play with clay. I felt the nudge of the Lord, and His warm smile as he squeezed me tighter. I had asked Him to open my eyes, and help me follow Him. "Show me when and where I miss you." I plead. And He is. I would have walked right by this encounter even an hour ago, because I have no interest in pottery. But I was aware thoughts like this blind me . I was aware God was trying to show me something here, and I needed to follow. So I did.

I reached out to Katherine a week later and she was so delighted. The date was set.

The image of pottery on the potters wheel with the expertise of the creator comforted me and scared me yesterday as I prepared to leave for her studio. I reminded myself to go into it with an open mind, and sense the process, not control it. As we met in her studio, I took a deep breath, and walked into a whole new world. Let the transformation begin.

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