The Potter and the pot...

This week in one of my devotions (this one by Mark Lowry), a couple of sentences just jumped out at me: "And you’ve got to start agreeing with God. You were worth dying for. How do I know? Because God said so. And who are we to disagree with God? The pot doesn't get to tell the Potter what the pot is worth...The Potter tells the pot what the pot is worth. The pot doesn't get a vote..." It is very humbling to think that God thought me worthy of sending His only begotten Son to die for me. God loves me - sinful, overweight, unworthy me. In a world where the media is constantly promoting "the beautiful people" as a benchmark, how amazing to digest the highlighted text above. God has determined our worth - not society and not we ourselves. The Potter (God) determined each of us (the pots) to be so valuable that He would send Jesus to die for us. I cannot even comprehend such love, I must just accept it. I cannot imagine sacrificing my husband, my children or my grandbabies so that others could live. In humbleness and gratitude, I must live my life daily remembering the value The Potter gave me. I must share what The Potter said with others. Do you realize your worth to God? I pray we all will live our lives acknowledging The Potter, His words, and the price He paid for us.

Scattered...

My thoughts have been scattered today. The thoughts in my mind are like lightening bugs on a summer's evening. A bug lights up and catches your attention; and then another lights up, and your concentration is shifted to that one and so on and so on. This weekend I've: been excited to be with friends, missed my hubby while at retreat, played for a wedding bringing back sentimental memories, been concerned about loved ones, been touched by thoughts shared with a friend, reviewed things I have to do this week, been frustrated over things that aren't working, been amazed by my Heavenly Father's whispers to me, been thrilled to spend time with my grandbabies, and been tired. What a broad range of emotions and feelings. The common thread has been the presence of my Heavenly Father. In the midst of my time with friends, I was thanking God for such good ones - while missing my hubby and during the wedding, I was thankful for his love and support - during the frustrating times, I cried out to God - my time with the grandbabies made me thankful and joyful that God allowed me this blessing. There were times that I was busy having other thoughts going through my mind. God just quietly was whispering "my child, it's OK" like a mother or grandmother does to a child when they need comforting. There were times I shed tears out of frustration. Perhaps for the first time this weekend, I feel a sense of peace. In this quiet moment with God, I can hear Him speaking to me: "Be still and know that I am God. Rest in my arms, Diana, it is OK. Just rest." The soothing words to a child who needs comforting. Thank you, Jesus, for loving me. I need you more every day...