It all began when I was 7 years old. I was sitting in a conference and I felt like I should work overseas with people, to love people, and to do His will. Throughout the early stages of my life my passion for that desire grew and grew. And then it happened. I began to be complacent. There were, as I thought, plenty of reasons why I should stay state side and work with people here in the states. I went to a good school, had a good job, everything seemed perfect for beginning to live the "normal" American life...but He wasn't finished with me yet. Over the last six months I began to realize something...something I never had realized before...my joy and love for others was there...but the passion had began to dull to an ember. As I began searching to find where it went I began to pray and realized that I was trying to become something I was not. I was trying to be the master of my own voyage...and then He spoke---
"You turn things upside down! Shall the potter be regarded as the clay,that the thing made should say of its Maker,
"He did not make me";
or the thing formed say of him who formed it,
"He has no understanding?"
and my heart stopped...I was that clay asking the Maker why He had made me that way...why He had given me a burden to work with people all over...and I was questioning His will and His plan for my life. But being myself I needed to be reassured that He was really speaking to me. A few days later I was in the same conversation..."what is my purpose...this is not the life You have for me and I need Your direction...and then the voice came again....Why is the clay arguing with the potter? Well that did it and through much humbleness and change the rebellious clay was back under the command of His will.
Then it happened...What about teaching I was asked...I had wanted to teach for a while now and had even looked into a Masters program of teaching...but was this really a possibility for me? Sure enough it was and it all came together in his time...the name of the city means blue...and there you have it
Indigo clay...once being at the helm of the Potters wheel, now back in His hands and willing to be formed into what He wants.
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| Sometimes in life our direction may change..."Changing direction in life is not tragic. Losing passion in life is." |
