Transformation

Every angle, every change of light... changes every view.

I was going over my last post and making corrections and re-writes when I began contemplating how interesting it is how we see the same situation, but from many different views as time elapses! As I'm engrossed in the first emotional draft, I just type as fast as I can to get the raw emotions onto the page. After that initial absolute outpouring, I then look at the draft in a physical form as I make corrections in grammar, punctuation and spelling. After several other perusals, I attempt to edit the story in it's purest form, making sure that absent all audible inflection, the story can be read by the reader with clear interpretation. It's then posted to the blog because I'm so exhausted and my eyes cannot read another word! Yet, I will go to the post later that evening, because it's like looking in the mirror...after you walk away you can't recall with full assurance that what you saw was o.k.! So, like returning to the scene of the crime to collect more details and to view it in a new light, I'll make a few further edits before going to bed, resting with the thought that I did the best that I could.

Upon awakening the next morning, I'll have my morning cup of coffee, do a few things then turn on my computer. Before I start writing for the day, I'll again re-read the previous days post and still find several corrections and revisions that I feel need to be made! How is it that the same issue can be seen so differently as the light simply changes on it with time!? How can we see such blatant changes that need to be made when just hours before there wasn't even an inkling of them!? Then, the analogy emerged from the perplexities, and I saw God's teaching hand pointing to a new revelation!

Are we humans in constant flux? Is God's hand constantly forming us as it says in the book of *Isaiah, and Jeremiah, where the writers draw the metaphor of a Potter and the clay in which He forms? I believe so! Everything in God's Word points to the Creator's loving hands working with precision in the lives of His beloved! God writes us, reads us, re-reads us, edits us, as much as we will allow Him because of our free will, and He will never stop refining us until He sees His image in us. Just as the metallurgist knows the value of his refining fire when he subjects the metals to the heat, he knows just how long they can remain in the fire. And, with careful attentiveness he removes it at just the perfect time so as to skim off the dross and repeat this process until he can see his reflection in the pure metal!

We are God's clay urn... to house His Spirit, His novel...written on our life for men to read and His golden crown that endured many fires to reveal His purity in our lives! God will not leave us to our own demise just as we would not do that to our own children. He will shape us, refine us and make us living tablets that tell of His glory and love! Our life is not written once, read once, and then put on a shelf! We are a work in progress that our Lord never tires of...His hands love to be stained with the ink of writing our life story, He joys in the dirt under His nails from forming our mass of clay and He never grows weary from leaning over the refining fire and removing our corrupt particles. We are His precious ones... worth more than gold, treasured more than things and precious in His sight! He sacrificed His life for us and wrote the story of his extravagant love in His own blood! No matter what time, day or angle you look at that truth through...that is one thing that will never change!


Isaiah 29:15,16  Woe to those who go to great depths to hide their plans from the Lord, who do their work in darkness and think, "Who sees us? Who will know?" You turn things upside down, as if the Potter were thought to be like the clay! Shall what is formed say to him who formed it, "He did not make me"? Can the pot say of the potter, "He knows nothing"?

Isaiah 45:5,6  I am the Lord, there is no other; Apart from Me there is no God. I will strengthen you, though you have not acknowledged me, so that from the rising of the sun to the place of it's setting, men may know that there is none besides Me. I am the Lord and there is no other.

Isaiah 64:8  Yet, O Lord, you are our Father. We are the clay, you are the potter; we are all the work of your hand!

Jeremiah 18:6b  Like clay in the hand of the potter, so are you in my hand, says the Lord.

Phillipians 1:6  Be confident of this very thing, that He who began a good work in you will be faithful to complete it until the day of Jesus Christ!