In the Potter's Hand

I started with a different title. A different topic that I wanted to write about. But, although that topic would have been a blessing to others, I would really be typing what I am struggling to accept today.  Faith in God is not about feelings, but I struggle with this. For the past few months, in the midst of a pandemic, I have been feeling empty. Really empty. I am angry. My anger frustrates me. My frustration drains me. I am feeling empty. I shared this with two girlfriends recently. Hoping to hear some form of encouragement. What I heard was the same response-they were feeling empty too.  I feel as if I have been poured out literally. I am so full of information; I know what the signs all foretell. I know my Saviour is coming soon. I know enough. But I am spiritually dry.  I am not throwing in the towel though. I have been a bit more open about how I am feeling, because when I can't pray, others can pray for me. I am also searching more into His words for a life changing- not i

 Originally posted August 16, 2020 on my Instagram account. My vegetable garden really struggled this year. Many of the seeds I had sown did not flourish. With Covid-19 on our heels, I was a bit hesitant to visit the garden centers for seedlings to add to my dying stock. I eventually went and got my callaloo and peppers. But alas, those struggled as well.                                                            I remember talking to a friend of mine and my dad and sharing my concern s. I suspected it was the soil. My dad helped me to expand the garden bed but we mixed some clay in with the  new soil. Clay was tight. It wasn't "breathable". I said I was going to pull them all up and start over. But both said, no let them go through the season. I took their advice. Look at this bounteous harvest. From this garden I have blessed a family, friends, neighbours and the food  bank.                                                                          Lessons learnt: 1. We d

 Originally written in my journal October 21, 2017 at 1:11 PM. On my ride home from work yesterday, I found myself reflecting on how Great God has been to me. I smiled at the ways he stepped in, in some of the most mundane things in my life. It was Friday, October 20, 2017. I left work an hour later, 5:00 PM. I had several errands to run but opted to leave them for Sunday since the sun would be setting in less than 2 hrs. I needed gas, so I pulled into the gas station and filled up my tank. My Friday evening routine. I decided any [car] cleaning would also need to wait. [There was a pull to go home].  I needed to get home, but nor before getting something to eat.  I stopped at Sunrise and ordered supper plus 2 dinners- for Sabbath and Sunday. I knew I didn't have time to cook before sunset, and I wasn't in the mood. Cooking for just me wasn't appealing.  I drove home. Parked, closed my blind, placed the safety locks on. I was going to lock away for the night. I walked in an

Yesterday while adjusting the settings in my gmail account, I came across the link to this blog in my signature line. I had forgotten about this place I had carved out to share my thoughts of being shaped by the Potter.  Truth is I haven't stopped writing, albeit not as much as I used to. I have tons of journals with poetry, thoughts, tidbits and I have several (many) other blogs. The common denominator is I have not been consistent on any. Coming across this blog, with my last entry being 9 years ago was timely. God makes no mistake. I needed this in the face reminder that the Potter is still working on me. Yesterday, I wanted to repay evil for the evil that was being meted out to me. I wanted to go to a far place and not answer my phone because I wanted him to feel what it feels like when he does that to me. I buckled over and prayed and cried because my heart wanted to do that, but the Holy Spirit said no my child, you are growing from that. Take this forward step.  So I am stil