The Potter's Hand

Use me, Fill me

I give my life to the Potter's hands

Hold me, Guide me

Lead me, Walk beside me

I give my life to the Potter's hand

On March 7, 2004, I attended a Sunday evening service at Christian Life Assembly… I will never, ever forget that night. I was sitting beside Len & Jean Page… in the "old sanctuary." Pastor Bob Kapp shared a very short message before we entered an extended time of worship. As we sang those words above - take me, mold me, use me, fill me, I give myself to the Potter's hand - God began to whisper "are you ready to allow me to mold you into what I need you to be to accomplish my plan for your life?" 

Every good Pentecostal Christian girl knows that when God asks a question like that, you raise your hands in completed submission and proclaim "yes, Lord." And that is what I did without skipping a beat… without any hesitation. 

It wasn't long before I realized what a life changing prayer I had prayed. I was so naive. I had no idea that this molding process was going to suck and suck bad. 

Since 2004, every significant move of God in my life and ministry has begun with those words. 

Take me.

Mold me.

I give my life to the Potter's hand. 

Last spring, as I was walking through a challenging situation, God brought this song to my mind during my time alone with Him one Sunday morning. 

Tears streamed down my face as I heard Him whisper those all too familiar words "are you ready to allow me to mold you?" 

I was 15 years older and no longer so naive. I knew that if I agreed, it was going to be hard. But my answer was the same as it was in March of 2004.  Without reservation and knowing all too well that the molding process would, in fact, suck, I proclaimed, "yes, Lord." 

Spring 2019 did suck. But here's the thing . . . in just three short months, I faced things and learned lessons that would have taken several years to learn without that sucky situation. 

You see, when tough stuff comes, by circumstances beyond our control or even by our own doing, we get to choose to hold tight to control or raise our hands in submission.

I pray that I will always make that same choice. The choice to give my life to the Potter's Hand.