Joy in sorrow?


My friend, may I ask you a question? Is our peace subject to the will of the divine potter? Does He holds us in his hands? Whatever our lot, has he taught me to say, ‘It is well, it is well with my soul?

My friend, life’s a story, welcome to This Passing Day. I'm Mark Brunner.

Many years ago, in a high school art class, I had an assignment to make a piece of pottery. I worked at that clay for several weeks, shaping and molding, but never seeming to get just what I wanted. Eventually I became frustrated and my art teacher, Miss Manthey, took notice. I complained that it seemed I’d wasted weeks of time and effort on nothing. The clay still didn’t have any real shape. I’ll never forget her answer. “The clay,” she said. “Is exactly what it should be; it’s at peace, just waiting for you to make the next move.” I eventually finished that pot and still have it in my office today. I often think about how patient it was in the potter despite the fact that I held its very essence in my hands.

That piece of pottery is like you and I. Our peace is subject to the will of the divine potter. He holds us in his hands.

Here’s a Story: On December 1, 1873 Horatio Spafford lost his four daughters in a shipwreck at sea. He wasn’t on board the ship, but his wife, who survived the wreck, was. While on his way overseas to join his wife, the ship’s captain solemnly showed Horatio the exact location where the tragedy had occurred. Mourning his great loss, he felt a deep conviction that although his girls’ bodies were somewhere three miles beneath him, they had escaped this world. Their Heavenly Father was keeping them safe in His arms, for he knew that it was well with their souls. Digging into his pockets, he pulled out some hotel stationery paper and a pencil and began scrawling. The following words poured out from his anguished, faith-filled heart: “When peace, like a river, attendeth my way, When sorrows like sea-billows roll, Whatever my lot, Thou hast taught me to say, ‘It is well, it is well with my soul.’” (Joseph Mazzella)

When we let the “peace of Christ rule in our hearts” (Col 3:15), it is always “well with our soul.” True peace in this life has nothing to do with us, and everything to do with God. He shapes and molds us as He wills. We are the clay in His hands and He may build us or break us; that is His choice. In the end, since we are His pottery, we are exactly what He wants us to be. Our peace is His peace; even when His peace calls for our pain. In the end, when His pot is finished, it will be well with Him and, therefore, “well with our soul.

We pray again. Dear Lord. Fill our hearts with Your abiding joy and that we may rejoice in life’s circumstances. in periods of plenty and during those seasons when we have very little - in times of hardship as well as those times of great sufficiency. Thank You that we are Your children and You are our Father and sovereign Lord. May our hearts rejoice in good times and in bad and may Your abiding joy and perfect peace find residence in our heart - as we rest in Your love and trust in Your unfailing goodness, In Jesus' name we pray, Amen.

Therefore my friend, do not worry about tomorrow, for tomorrow will worry for itself; each day has enough trouble of its own. (Matt 6:34) This Passing Day. May this passing day honor our Lord and Savior Jesus Christ and be a blessing to you and everyone you meet. Find a stranger and say hello. Don't let another day pass without your day blessing someone else.

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<markcbrunner@thispassingday.com> From Beech Springs, God bless you for Jesus sake.

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