Open up, O heavens, and pour out your righteousness. Let the earth open wide so salvation and righteousness can sprout out together. I, the LORD, created them. "What sorrow awaits those who argue with their Creator. Does a clay pot argue with its maker? Does the clay dispute with the one who shapes it, saying, 'Stop, you're doing it wrong!' How terrible it would be if a newborn baby said to its father, 'Why was I born?' or if it said to its mother, 'Why did you make me this way?'" This is what the LORD says--the Hold One of Israel and your Creator: "Do you question what I do for my children? Do you give me orders about the work of my hands? I am the one who made the earth and created people to live on it. With my hands I stretched out the heavens. All the stars are at my command.
--Isaiah 45:8-12 (NLT)
Why do I question the Creator? Who do I argue with Him about my life?
I sound like my kids. "Why mom?" "I don't want to." "You're not my Mom anymore!"
I tell them to do things or show them how to do things to make their lives a little bit easier, but I receive push back...constantly. And then the tempers flare from both sides. I'm not calm like my Father. I turn into "You-scared-me-Mom." Yes, my kids call me on my crap and I feel horrible for my lack of restraint. <Sigh>
It says, "What sorrow awaits those who argue with their Creator." There is sorrow and hurt between us when arguments start flying...or typically when things don't go my way. But how often do I think about the sorrow I cause Him by arguing with Him?
I had some time to reflect this morning while the kids had breakfast and watched a movie (It kept them quiet while I wrote.) to really think about the past few months and how I have let life break me.
I sound like my kids. "Why mom?" "I don't want to." "You're not my Mom anymore!"
I tell them to do things or show them how to do things to make their lives a little bit easier, but I receive push back...constantly. And then the tempers flare from both sides. I'm not calm like my Father. I turn into "You-scared-me-Mom." Yes, my kids call me on my crap and I feel horrible for my lack of restraint. <Sigh>
It says, "What sorrow awaits those who argue with their Creator." There is sorrow and hurt between us when arguments start flying...or typically when things don't go my way. But how often do I think about the sorrow I cause Him by arguing with Him?
I had some time to reflect this morning while the kids had breakfast and watched a movie (It kept them quiet while I wrote.) to really think about the past few months and how I have let life break me.
You get angered so easily. Your frustrations are on edge. I watch over you and wish you would take a moment to ask for My peace. Let ME fill you. Let ME share with you. This is Me trying to show you how I can help you make your life a little better. It's not going to be perfect, but to have peace -- rest in that peace. Don't argue. I want you to experience joy AND peace. It's going to be weird for you at first because you are like a child in this matter. It takes practice (Yes, I know you lack patience). <Insert God's chuckle and wink.> Don't get discouraged. Seek Me and I will help you. I will encourage you.
"I am the one who made the earth and created people to live on it. With my hands I stretched out the heavens. All the stars are at my command."
Let Me be your Guide. Let Me be your Cheerleader. Let Me be your EVERYTHING.
See, I've said to God, more times than I can count, "What are you doing?!" I question my Creator. I demand or give orders about how to do things...my way. I look around and see His work. I see the perfection in the blue skies, white clouds, gray mountains, and green trees (GO HAWKS!) and think, "Who am I to question Him?" But I still do it. I don't want to live a life of sorrow (verse 9) because I haven't fully accepted who I am or question what He has planned for me. I want to be a piece of clay that He can work into something beautiful and useful. I want to be made strong in the fire. The process of firing the clay takes hours, but to be made strong by God because I need Him everyday -- that will take a thousand lifetimes. I want to be strong in Him. I'm glad He won't give up on me.
I leave you with this prayer today: Lord, mold me, shape me, make me stronger. Thank you for being my Creator. Help me to live the life you have planned for me.
I leave you with this prayer today: Lord, mold me, shape me, make me stronger. Thank you for being my Creator. Help me to live the life you have planned for me.