Have you read the devotion for this week? Here is a poem that will also bless you:
O U C H . . .
“Ouch!” says the lump of clay as the Potter throws it back on the wheel.
The wheel spins faster and faster as the firm hand of the Potter begins to
shape the clay. “Stop it, I can’t take any more,” cries the clay.
The Potter: “I am creating a vessel of HONOR--an instrument of great unsurpassed
beauty to be of service in the courts of the King.”
The lump of clay: “Not my will, but thine be done.”
“Ouch!” says the ruby as the Craftsman chips away at the unwanted matter.
The sharp instrument grinds deeper as the firm hand of the Craftsman
transforms the ruby. “Stop it, I can’t take any more, cries the ruby.
The Craftsman: “I chose you to be a priceless gem in the palace of the King, a radiant,
beautiful treasure of great worth.”
Ruby: “Not my will, but thine be done.”
“Ouch!” says the gold as the Refiner places it in the furnace.
The dross drips away as the Refiner turns up the heat. “Stop it, I can’t take any more,” cries the gold.
The Refiner: “You are being fashioned to shine forever in the King’s domain where you
will reign in spender and majesty.”
The gold: “Not my will, but thine be done.”
“Ouch!” says the tree as the Gardener prunes another branch.
The saw cuts away at the flesh causing great pain. “Stop it, I can’t take any more,” cries the tree.
The Gardener: “This must be done in order for you to bear more fruit in the
garden of the King.”
The tree: “Not my will, but thine be done.”
“Ouch!” says the woman as her Father prizes out a root of rebellion from her heart. The procedure is agonizingly painful. “Stop it, I can’t take any more,” she cries.
The Father: “My precious daughter, I need to do this to transform you into the image of My own dear Son. Weeping may endure for the night, but joy comes in the morning. Whom the Lord loves, He chastens. The loving discipline may hurt, but it is necessary, for the end result will be glorious.
“I must bring to your attention the things that hinder your maturity so that I can purge them from your heart forever. I am adorning My glorious bride to rule and reign with Me in My Kingdom. I am taking you from glory to glory, from strength to strength. I am stamping my own image upon your heart as you yield to My hand upon your life.”
The woman: “Not my will, but thine be done.”
~ Delwyn McAlister (after going through trials).