In chapter 64 of Isaiah, God is identified as the Potter who shapes the clay.
Sometimes the squishing and molding and pounding isn’t too pleasant to go through, but the Potter is shaping me into a beautiful, serviceable vessel. I am the work of His hands. There is comfort in knowing that the storms and trials of this life will be turned to good for those who love God and are called according to His purpose.
This morning, I also read these verses:
For this is what the Lord says:
“I will extend peace to her like a river,
and the wealth of nations like a flooding stream;
you will nurse and be carried on
her arm and dandled on her knees.
As a mother comforts her child,
so will I comfort you…” (Isaiah 66:12-13, TNIV)
Isaiah foresaw restoration for Israel the same way I foresee restoration for things in my life. God promised to comfort His people — of which I am one — the same way a mother comforts her child. He is my comforter. God holds me close, pressed up against Him like a nursing baby. He extends peace to me like a river.
I was reminded that outwardly I may be experiencing conflict and chaos, but inwardly I can trust the Comforter to hold me close. Jesus said, “Peace I leave with you; my peace I give you. I do not give to you as the world gives. Do not let your hearts be troubled and do not be afraid.” Amen. I have the peace of Christ that passes all understanding.
In the grip of His wonderful grace,