I have to be completely honest-I’m not sure at all that my heart is truly submissive. It may just be that I figure, “What’s the point of resisting God?”.
Paul told the Roman believers to “present your bodies as living sacrifices”.
Trouble is, living sacrifices can (and do!) crawl off the altar.
I’m trying to stay there, subtle and malleable under the hand of the God Who made me. But unlike inanimate clay, I feel every pummel, slap and squeeze as He continues to mold me into the image of Christ.
Some days I’m better at it than others. Honestly, I think I’m better at it when I feel it most. Because then I recognize the bits that need changing, the attitudes that need adjusting, the habits that need to go.
But when it’s little things-judging someone by his outer appearance or demanding my “rights” as a customer from a tired store clerk or even impatiently charging through the house ignoring a phone call because I “have to get (whatever) done!”-that’s when I want out from under the hand of God.
Then there are the REALLY big things that I always balk at.
Why do I have to be ill when I have so much to do? Why my child? Why do all the appliances need replacing at once? Why are relationships so darn hard? Why won’t my RA go into remission? Why did the hurricane make its way right over my parents’ home?
Why, why, why?
And I find myself back at the beginning because truth told, I can’t do a thing about any of that.
Am I willingly submitting to what God allows in my life or am I simply accepting it because there’s no use resisting?
It’s a daily battle.
Still, Eternal One, You are our Father. We are just clay, and You are the potter. We are the product of Your creative action, shaped and formed into something of worth.
Isaiah 64:8 VOICE
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