We're on the road today. Somewhere in the middle of Nebraska with only a few hours left on our drive. Since we've been in full wedding mode all weekend and traveling all day yesterday I thought I'd keep today short (aka I'm in the middle of Nebraska with some very spotty internet and a tish exhausted from all the adventures).
I can't remember where I first heard this song but the words have a struck a chord in me for the past few months. It's one of those songs where the words dig deep and tug at the heart. "Let me not be blind with privilege, give me eyes to see the pain. Let the blessing You've poured out on me, not be spent on me in vain. Let this life be used for change." I'm struck particularly when I dwell in the word "privilege." Am I blind to others, their pain, their suffering, their tough days, their burdened hearts, their need for Jesus? Am I allowing the comforts of this life I've been given to blind me from the needs of others? I invite you to listen along today. Soak in the words.
Let me not be blind with privilege Give me eyes to see the pain Let the blessing You've poured out on me Not be spent on me in vain Let this life be used for change
I will go, I will go, I will go, Lord send me To the world, to the lost, to the poor and hungry Take everything I am, I'm clay within your hands I will go, I will go, Send me
"Yet you, Lord, are our Father. We are the clay, you are the potter. We are all the work of your hand." Isaiah 64:8
"Arise, and go down to the potter's house, and there I will let you hear my words." So I went down to the potter's house, and there he was working at his wheel. And the vessel he was making of clay was spoiled in the potter's hand. and he reworked it into another vessel, as it seemed good to the potter to do. Then the word of the Lord came to me: "O house of Israel, can I not do with you as this potter has done?" declares the Lord, "Behold, like the clay in the potter's hand, so are you in my hand, O house of Israel."" Jeremiah 18:2-6
We are clay within His hands. We may be burdened and blemished, having a tough morning, difficult conversations, problems with our coworkers, in the midst of deep sin we can't seem to shake, but He and only He can rework us into another vessel. Only He can take the spoiled clay and make a beautiful vessel.