One size fits most, the tag read. Most what? Men? Women? Infants and children? One size fits most giraffes? Watermelons? The unspecific label leads the buyer to believe that if they fall anywhere on
either side of the "normal" height and weight of the average American that they will likely fit into said article of clothing. Many victims fall prey to this misleading concept, leaving one looking like they arewearing a tent built for ten and another like they painted on a second layer of skin.
Setting down the popular Christian author’s book with a bit too hard of a thump, I realized I, too, was trying to cram myself into the tight misconception that a relationship with God is a One Size Fits Mostpolka dot parka. After all, why does his relationship with God allow him to hear God's voice on even
the most seemingly trivial matters of life? And mine? Well, let’s just say that I’d likely have to be
nearing the edge of a cliff, blindfolded before I even hear a voice resembling that of James Earl
Jones through a megaphone, let alone the Almighty.
The horns of jealousy began to push their way through my fine, brown hair as I long to have what thisman of God has. I want to hear God’s voice aplenty. But, Isaiah 64:8 collides with the jealousy that isslamming doors in my head. “Clay. Potter.” But, I want what he has, God! “Clay. Potter.” But, why
him, Lord? Why not me? “Clay. Potter.” If it’s good enough for him, Father, it’s good enough for me!
“You are the work of my hand,” Isaiah continues to remind my childish self.
Through pouting lip and furrowed brow, I pause. And, I know that He is. He is the Potter. And, I knowthat I am. I am the work of His hand. Uniquely crafted. A vessel like no other. Shaped. Formed.
Designed. Not by just any author. But THE author of my very salvation. The lover of my soul. The
One that formed me in my mother’s womb. It is He that made me.
And, He didn't just make me. He made to to have a unique relationship with him. One that connects me with him in a way that works perfectly to how He created me. Quirky. Flighty. Accident prone. Clutzy. All in. Raw. Trigger Puller. OCD. Easily distracted. Loves hard. Full steam ahead. Control freak. Heart on sleeve. Reader. Doer. Act first and ask questions later. Only the Potter knows what that imperfect clay creation needs in a relationship.
In John 15:14, we read, “You are my friends if you do whatever I command you.” And, in 2 Corinthians 6:18 we read, "I will be a Father to you, and you will be my sons and daughters..." Friend? Yes, we are friends of God. Sons and daughters? Yes! We are his children!
Think about those relationships. In our relationships with our friends, or our children, are they identical, one to the other? Do we relate to each in exactly the same way? Talk about the
same things? Enjoy the exact same hobbies? Not likely.
Each relationship brings out something quite different in us as well as offers what the other needs from us. For one friendship its a coffee breakfast and light hearted chit chat. For another its a lot of
giggling on the phone til the middle of the night. One of our offspring might connect with us best through our intense love of sports and stats and needs a more strict and firm style of parenting. The other son may thrive on being cuddled up in bed reading their favorite story over and over again, needing a softer, gentler approach to redirection and guidance.
Why, then, would we as His sons and daughters expect to have the same cookie cutter relationship with us as he does with our neighbor? The fact is, is that we shouldn't.
As I began to write about this in my journal, I looked back over the last several months of entries. Handfuls of times, God used His word, my mother and my husband, friends, devotions, church, my pastor, books and even music to speak to me. How blessed I am! My relationship with the Potter is a direct result to being the work of His hands. I am not without! I am with - And with abundantly!
It's mine...Well, It's ours! It’s unique. And it’s good.
I do love me some polka dots. But, I never did look good in a parka.