Anyone besides me forget how special we are in the eyes of the One who made us? I swear, I have a short term memory deficit where this is concerned. Or, is it the slightest (or maybe not so slight) hint of disbelief. I am nothing--dirt, clay--without the One who made me and crafted my life, and I'm everything possible with Him molding me to be like Himself.
Father, I love you, and I come to the throne thanking you for making me, for molding me in your image. Sometimes it hurts. But you're there in the good, the bad, and the ugly. May my hurts and growing pains glorify You. Forgive me for my narcissism in believing, at times, that I have the world by its tail. That "I can do this!" "I've got it." Forgive me for also buying in to Satan's lies that I am nothing. I am Your daughter, Your princess. Your workmanship. And You love me like no other. Thank You for Your awesome, amazing will. Thank You for creating a one-of-a-kind me and for blessing me with these one-of-a-kind sisters in Christ. In Jesus' name. Amen.
4 comments:
Love that scripture! So many wonderful analogies can be made of our Lord being the potter and we His clay.
Thanks for sharing, Gretchen!
Awesome verse, and prayer my friend.
Wonderful! My sister just reminded me today that "numbers on a scale don't define who you are because you are a redeemed daughter of the King!"
Yeah. He's that good!
I am really truly loving this idea! thanks for being brave enough to start!
also, wow. and wow. thanks for the reminder... remembering we are His handiwork is a very useful tool in many many situations
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