“O child,” He calls to me. “Can I not do to you as this potter has done to his clay? As the clay is in the potter’s hand, so are you in my hand” (Jeremiah 18:6, NLT).
A tool is not worth anything until it is used. If I am a hammer, I can’t pound a nail if someone does not pick me up and put muscle behind me. To be a tool in God’s hands, I must allow Him to pick me up and put His spiritual muscle behind me. I have no skill or power on my own, but as a tool in His hands, my skill is limitless—my strength is assured. Unlike a hammer I have a will to surrender. If I try to hammer that nail on my own and without His power, it becomes crooked and unable to be pounded flush into its target. My power is limited, and my view is flawed. The direction in which I need to aim is out of focus. His view of that nail is perfect, and in His hands, I can hit that target perfectly.
My life is only a piece of clay to be molded into His instrument‒a tool to be fired for His purpose. He is the master potter who molds and fires my life into a tool which is strong enough to serve Him. Life is filled with circumstances which teach lessons, and with surrender to His will these circumstances build character to stay the course. I am fine-tuned by His Hand for the target He has chosen me to strike. That target is His purpose‒His vision for my life. I will surrender my life for that purpose, and become the tool He has called me to be. With all of my will yielded to His purpose, my life will hit that target squarely. His power will drive it home, and I will be His vessel—His tool—through which He has wrought His best.
“O Lord,” I cry out. “You are my Father. I am the clay, and you are the potter. I am formed by your Hand” (Isaiah 64:8, NLT). Form me. Fire me. Fill me.
(Copyright 2017 Lynn Hampton Lacher)