Yet you, Lord, are our Father. We are the clay, you are the potter; we are all the work of your hand.
Last Friday, I pick up our granddaughter, Virginia Rose, at her bus stop. Danny, aka Papa, and I are looking forward to having her spend the night with us as we have lots of fun activities planned for that evening and the following day. Virginia is content just knowing she will be with her Gammie and Papa, but is beside herself with excitement when I inform her she is going to help me make Christmas cookies.
I prepare the dough the day before so it can be adequately chilled and ready for the big roll out.
The dough is hard, and I explain to Virginia that we can only roll out a small portion at a time on the generously floured counter top.
When the appropriate thickness is achieved, Virginia follows my instructions to flour the cookie cutter before plunging it into the dough. She forgets a few times, but quickly becomes a pro at it. She is so proud of herself!
And each time we reform the dough to roll it out flat again, I add more of the chilled dough to the mix, gratified to see how the flour tames its stubbornness, making it soft and pliable, easy for small hands to press the cookie cutters into, leaving lovely impressions.
As much as Virginia loves this part of the process, her eyes really light up when the time comes to shake red and green sugar sprinkles on our cookies. She follows my directives and does a fine job of decorating.
With the cookies finally in the oven, Virginia dashes off to change out of her flour-caked shirt so she can help her Papa finish decorating our tree with "snow" and ornaments.
The cookie dough, cold and unyielding, reminds me of how the wintry trials and tribulations we endure in this world can harden our hearts, and leave us feeling as rigid and unfeeling as a rock. That's when we need the hands of the Master Potter, the only one who can transform our stubborn stone into malleable clay. If we let Him, God can take us in His lovingly floured hands and, piece by piece, roll us out and re-shape us, until we reflect His glorious light and love.
The process may not be painless, the changes might not be sudden, but when we trust in Him, His divine hand will soften the most inflexible of hearts and work miracles in our souls.
How is God molding and shaping you into the creation He intends for you to be?
Prayer: Father, may we all be clay in Your hands as You work to perfect us to do Your will on earth. Soften our hearts to welcome Your grace and truth. Make us new creatures to Your honor and glory. In Jesus' name, we pray. Amen.
Meditations of My Heart will be on hiatus from now until the New Year. May each and every one of you have a Merry and Blessed Christmas and a Happy New Year filled with love and grace!