and You our potter;
of Your hand.
When I was walking through one of the most difficult seasons of my life, God showed me a powerful picture. I’m not really a “vision” kind of girl. So at first, I thought it was just my imagination. But then I felt an impression on my heart that this really was from God.
What I saw inside my mind was a beautiful flower made from paper-thin glass. Then I saw a hand reaching out and wrapping itself around the glass flower. But as the hand closed around it, the glass shattered. It was delicately beautiful but too fragile to be worked with.
Next I saw the same flower formed out of shiny metal. Once again the hand closed around it - only this time, it didn’t change in any way. The steel was strong but not moldable. The metal flower was too hard to give way to the hand’s desired working.
The last time I saw the same flower, it was made from white clay. Every detail was the same, except now when the hand closed around it, the flower squeezed and moved. The hand folded, twisted, and worked with the clay until suddenly an even more beautiful flower emerged.
I asked God about the glass flower and the metal flower. They were beautiful - but not as beautiful as the white clay flower He molded.
I felt as if the Lord said to my heart: Lysa, I want you to be delicate, but I don’t want you to be fragile. If you’re like glass, when I try to make you into something new, you’ll just shatter. I also want you to be strong, but I don’t want you to be unmoldable. You see, Lysa, that steel flower will always just be a steel flower. And no matter how hard My hand presses on it, the metal stays hard. But if you surrender to My shaping, I can do a new and beautiful work in you.