FLASHBACK: In grade school art class was every Friday. This particular Friday my fourth grade class was excited because we had just entered into the clay making section of the course. Since, the announcement at the beginning of the year; I knew I was going to create this breath taking wild horse fixture. The bell rang and in came the art teacher with the blocks of clay to distribute amongst the class. Right before she gave each student their cut she made a very important announcement that now makes so much since during my spiritual growth. She said,“This project is very unique. In fact, there is a four week process before completion that I failed to mention at the beginning of the year. This week is step1 you will be molding your fixture, next week is step 2 where your fixture goes through the fiery furnace, step 3 you paint your fixtures and the final step your fixtures our set out to dry.” Four weeks! Four weeks seemed like forever to a ten year old. 

CURRENT: During one of my natural breakdowns and my spiritual uplifts. I’m in the middle of worship and my iTunes radio plays Tramaine & Walter Hawkins – The Potter’s House. If that wasn’t a sign from God I clearly don’t know what was. As I listened to the chorus, “The Potter wants to put you back together again.” I instantly went back to fourth grade art assignment and remembered how that process was torture. Each week I felt like saying forget it because I was so anxious for the end results. Ha! Now, 30 I’m still saying forget it and anxiously waiting for the end results.

The process is so harsh. It makes you bend, cry, cringe, burn, flinch, scream, turn, shake and finally break into something new. Going through the potters wheel is so crucial to your spiritual survival. It’s a necessity in order to enter in onto that next spiritual plane.

In Jeremiah 18: 2-7 reads, “Arise and go down to the potter’s house, and there I will cause you to hear my words. Then I went down to the potter’s house, and behold, he was working at the wheel. And the vessel that he was making from clay was spoiled in the hand of the potter; so he made it over, reworking it into another vessel as it seemed good to the potter to make it. Then the word of the Lord came to me: Can I not do with you as this potter does? Behold, as the clay is in the potter’s hand, so are you in my hand.” Well I’ll be dog gone………I’m in the potter’s hands complaining and murmuring like nobody’s business. He’s making me all kinds of new so I can be formed for all of the desires in my heart and blessings I’ve been praying for day end and day out. When you put that way I understand the revelation I’m so excited. Then the process continues because I just got a glimpse of the prophecy and only understood one thing that God is doing. This whole process is breaking me to trust. Actually, I’m at my own funeral the old me is dead and gone.

FUTURE: When I look back on that process. The testimonies flowed, a greater dance came forth out of my belly and I birthed out what was waiting to be unleashed for decades. I soon appreciated the potter’s hands and walked out knowing that I was molded to perfection, like gold I was tested in the fire and in the end I was made new. To any one that is thinking or feeling like giving up. You’re almost there. It’s not easy dwelling in the potters hands but from what I’m told its worth your while. HOLD ON!