It’s a rainy day, a day fit for remembering. I don’t know why, but colorful Play- Doh ® memories are rushing in and filling up my head! You know what I mean, don’t you—days around the kitchen table with fresh containers of colorful, sticky craft dough? On Play-Doh® days, lids are popped open, and hands roll and press, stretch and pull to make the pictures in little heads take shape in little hands. On these kinds of days when my three children were small, many times they called me to intervene—to take over the molding because their hands weren’t big enough. Things just weren’t taking shape the way they dreamed. It brought me great pleasure to take the clay into my hands and press until the finished product appeared before our eyes.
Right in the middle of all this remembering today, the Lord redirected my thoughts to see things clearly about His faithful, loving hands—hands so trustworthy to intervene! I have certainly called on Him to help. My hands just aren’t big enough to handle things. Wait! That is not a strong enough statement! My hands are not big enough, skilled enough, nor faithful enough to handle anything!
As mothers, we repeatedly find ourselves desperate for the Lord’s mercy and grace in our own lives and in the lives of our children. More than once we must cry out to our Father to intervene. Time and time again, we must surrender our children to His faithful care, His work, and His will. I confess that this has been a struggle for me. Though I trust the Lord with my life, I often find myself anxiously asking the Lord, “Pardon me, Lord, what are you doing in my child’s life?” I ask, knowing full well, He will answer by working in my heart. He, the Potter, presses me, the clay. He shapes and molds with precise tenderness. He is tireless, and He works on until finally, I am convicted and convinced that He always does what is best for His glory and for my good. And then, I am reminded once again, I can trust Him!
It is in these desperate moments that I know great comfort by the Spirit’s work in my mind and heart; furthermore, I can be fully assured of the Lord’s boundless, extravagant love for my children, and so can you. He is certainly trustworthy regarding those we love. The Lord is tender toward the desperate cry of a mother—it is her cry of surrender, and it is proof that her faith is in Him alone and not in herself.
“. . . Behold, like the clay in the potter’s hand, so are you in My hand . . .”
“But now, O LORD, Thou art our Father,
We are the clay, and Thou our potter;
And all of us are the work of Thy hand.”
About the Writer:
God’s grace has proven sufficient in Cindy’s life over and over again, and she loves sharing His truths! She is a daughter, wife, mother, and grandmother who enjoys travel, flowers, fresh herb and vegetable gardens, compelling books, a cup of robust coffee, a pot of tea and warm scones, lively family meals, good cries, hearty laughs, and long walks with her husband, Doug.