I haven't posted in a while even though many exciting things have happened on our journey from one (kid) to three (kids) the past couple months. I will write more on that later, but mainly I am writing this post for myself. Lately I have been feeling a little uneasy about our situation, probably because it is getting closer and closer to July, so this is the reminder I am writing to myself.
When our art teacher first gave out the clay for the project it was in a hard, grey block, stiff and cold. I remember our teacher telling us to keep working with it until it became easy to shape. My friends and I did everything possible to make it moldable; we slammed the block against the table, ripped it into pieces, dug our fists into it, squished it together, and even blew hot air on it, trying to make it warm. It took a while, but finally I was able to work freely with the now malleable clay and sculpt and shape my seemingly perfect canoe design.
As we prepare for our life changes this summer, I have found that the more I am in God's Word and the more I am in tune to His Spirit leading me, the easier it is for me to accept these changes. I am moldable, flexible, and submissive to the path He has laid out for me. I am in his hands, and he can easily shape me into his perfectly designed plan. But there are some days when I am worried, anxious, and question the direction He is leading me and the choices we have made as a family. Those are the days I choose (or use the excuse "I'm too busy") not to listen to His Spirit and read His Word, and those days I am a resistant, rock solid block, unable to be shaped by the Artist. I do not feel at peace because I am not in his hands. But in those times, God still picks me up and works with me. He might have to slam me against the table once in a while to wake me up and help me listen, but He doesn't just give up and leave me a cold, hard block. The Artist never gives up on his perfect design. And I sure hope He is making me into something better than a canoe.
