Constantly Amazed

I stand amazed in the presence of Jesus the Nazarene, and wonder how He could love me -- a sinner, condemned, unclean.


I am constantly amazed at God's love for me. I am constantly amazed that He would choose to use me, and continually give me opportunities that I definately don't deserve.

I just had a nearly 2-hour conversation tonight with someone who I barely know, but someone who is going through a tough time and is hurting. God has burdened me for people, and given me compassion. This is someone I reached out to via email and gave them my number and told them if they needed anything to call. I never expected a 2-hour conversation to come from it. Never expected that God would use me in such a way to someone I barely know. I know it is not me -- I know it is not because I am anyone with an amazing talent, or extremely knowledgeable or intelligent. I am thankful for the compassion He has gifted me with. It makes life difficult at times, because there are so many hurts in this world and so many hurting people. But yet, I am encouraged, because for every hurt, there is a God Who loves, and Who cares, and Who is reaching out to that individual.

I am constantly amazed, that despite myself and my own flaws and infallacies, that He would allow me a chance to step into a life and be a part of a moment that can make a difference for eternity. Thank you God!

getting started for real

so...this will be my first official post on this blogger.

not sure how many readers I will have out there, but I wanted to define why I title my blog, "In the Potter's Hands".

I am sure all of you know what a Potter is and what he/she does. They make things from clay, they normally make beautiful things (if they are any good). They place this hunk of clay on their potter wheel, and with their hands, fingers, and special tools, they create a masterpiece. They have the freedom to create WHATEVER they want with that hunk of clay, and if it is not going the way they want, they can smash it back to the blob it was when they started and begin fashioning once again.

Well, that little description describes my life. Oh, you may be thinking, thats cool that you do Pottery, Finch; but thats not what I mean. I am that blob, that hunk of clay on the potter's wheel. My Potter is God Almighty. I am His creation, and He continues to form and reform me daily as He sees fit.

Sure, it is not always easy -- and lately it has been anything but easy, but yet I know He can be trusted. I have seen some of His creative works, and they are beautiful! I want to be one of those masterpieces. I'm not there yet, not even close. I keep trying to form and shape myself, but each time I do, I mess up what He is doing.

And so, once I again, I pull my hands back and let Him shape, let Him mold, let Him destroy and wreck, and let Him create. This is not my story, this is His. He is the Potter, I am the clay.

Thanks for reading, please check back for the continuing story.