"This is my story, this is my song
Praising my savior all the day long"...
The words to this song could not better sum up my life.
Anything I've done with passion, I've done for the glory of God. Whether it was homework in college, my job in retail, my poetry, and now my current job as college ministry assistant, I want to strive to do the best that I can. If I'm doing the best that I can with what my God has given me, I'm praising his name; actively using and thanking him for what he's given me.
Now, granted I've been through some hard times but I never left God, never walked away from Him. Yes, I questioned, I asked why, but who doesn't do that?
Why God, why would you let this happen to me?
But I've learned that it wasn't something He just let happen. As a pot gets molded before the fire, my Potter has been molding me.
"So I went down to the Potter's house, and I saw him working at the wheel. But the pot he was shaping from the clay was marred in his hands; so the potter formed it into another pot, shaping it as seemed best to him." Jeremiah 18:3-4
"So I went down to the Potter's house, and I saw him working at the wheel. But the pot he was shaping from the clay was marred in his hands; so the potter formed it into another pot, shaping it as seemed best to him." Jeremiah 18:3-4
As gold that gets thrown into the fire to melt the impurities away, so I have been thrown into the fire. Every thing I've been through has only helped make me who I am today.
"These have come so that the proven genuineness of your faith-of greater worth than gold, which perishes even though refined by fire-may result in praise, glory, and honor when Jesus Christ is revealed." 1 Peter 1:7
"These have come so that the proven genuineness of your faith-of greater worth than gold, which perishes even though refined by fire-may result in praise, glory, and honor when Jesus Christ is revealed." 1 Peter 1:7
And it may be silly, or ignorant but I wouldn't change a thing. I love who I am. I love what God has formed in me.
I am far from being finished, far from being molded into that perfect pot or becoming that shiny piece of gold but along the way I know God is there, watching me, taking care to make sure the fire isn't too hot. He's not going to give me something that I can't handle. He knows me.
Those three words say so much. He. Knows. Me. A God that is above all, gave his Son to die on a tree, King above all Kings KNOWS... me. He KNOWS you. Don't ever forget that.
