like dust in the wind

“Just as you cannot understand the path of the wind or the mystery of a tiny baby growing in its mother’s womb, so you cannot understand the activity of God, who does all things” Ecclesiastes 11:5

He showed me a picture the other day, when I was listening to Him, of dust in the mighty wind. Being swept away to wherever the wind wished to take it. He showed me I was to be like the dust and Him like the wind.

To be like dust it takes a breaking. In our lives this “breaking” is of our self or our pride. Then when we are completely broken down and willing to yield everything over to God, everything we have been holding on to… then we are ready to be swept up by the wind: Him.

It is like this picture God gave, in Jeremiah 18, about the potter and the clay.

This is the word that came to Jeremiah from the LORD : "Go down to the potter's house, and there I will give you my message." So I went down to the potter's house, and I saw him working at the wheel. But the pot he was shaping from the clay was marred in his hands; so the potter formed it into another pot, shaping it as seemed best to him. Then the word of the LORD came to me: "O house of Israel, can I not do with you as this potter does?" declares the LORD. "Like clay in the hand of the potter, so are you in my hand, O house of Israel.

We have to be like clay before he can mold us into what He desires. We have to first realize we are the clay and not the Potter. I think pride sneaks up on us and before we know it we are the clay trying to be the potter, trying to fix ourselves or tell the potter what we would like to be made into… like we know best. He has been showing me lately that is what I have been doing and that I need to give in, give up trying to be “in control” and just be the clay…soft and moldable.

God is a magnificent Potter! Even look at the nature around(Psalm 96:11-12). We must believe He is who He says He is. We must trust our magnificent Potter!

But I am trusting you, O Lord, saying, “You are my God!” My future is in your Hands. Psalm 31:14-15