Christianity

Shaped and Molded

Stress moves in. Worry takes over. Anxiety consumes. Fear controls.

“Take my life, lead me Lord.”

Responsibilities overwhelm. Obligations push the limits. Busyness fills the calendar.

“Take my life, lead me Lord.”

Coming to Him with a humble heart,

He hears.

He hears, and in His presence

I am reminded that His perfect love casts out fear.

In His presence I see how, through it all,

I am being molded and shaped to be more like

the Hands that are holding me.

Held safely in a gentle grasp, He is transforming me.

Shaping who I am and who I will become.

Taking every emotion, every thought, and every detail of every plan into His hands.

“Make my life useful to thee.”

In the Potter’s hands,

I am safe.

A broken vessel that only He can make new.

Useful.

Though refined by fire, I will not be perfect–but perfectly prepared for what whatever may come.

And when it does comes–He will be there.

Renewed by His grace, I am grateful and humbled,

and I am ready to be used again.

“Here am I, send me, Lord.”

“Here am I, send me, Lord.”

“Make my life useful to thee.”

Amen.

**Lyrics to “Take My Life, Lead Me Lord” by R. Maines Rawls.

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