I am the clay...

 I have been praying and asking God to replace all of ME with all of HIM so there is nothing left of me!  I am just to that point where I am so tired of SELF.  God has been showing me how much of ME there is in my life and so I realized I have not because I ask not!  I have been asking and He has been so faithful!  How uncomfortable it is to get pruned!  The analogy I have really been meditating on is:

Isaiah 64:8~ But now, O Lord, You are our Father;  We are the clay, and You our potter;  And all we are the work of Your hand.

A lump of clay is nothing without the potter but a form of yuck!  And if the clay sits to long it gets hard and unmoldable, the potter must add water continually to get it soft enough to make something beautiful.  Do I allow myself to stay soft and pliable so my potter can use His hands to mold Me?  Or do I "sit" to long on MY shelf so that I become to hard and unworkable for my potter's hands?  Well, to make a long story short, I have had to have some water dumped on my head!

What do I need to do for my potter to mold me?  NOTHING!  Just as a lump of clay does nothing but sit and be molded into something beautiful by the potter's hands, I don't  have to do anything but be pliable and allow Him to design and mold me in His image!  When I try to give my ideas and work out things in my timing, I have interfered with the potter's plan and the clay pot cannot be what He has planned, something beautiful and usable! 

How I long to be a walking, breathing, living testimony for Him as I give ALL that I am for All that He is!