Silly Putty

We've all played with silly putty at least once in our lives, right? (If you haven't...I'm sorry. You should. It's super fun.) If you've played with silly putty, you know that it's not like play dough or clay. You see, you can stretch silly putty. You can stretch it a lot; but if you stretch it too much...what happens? It snaps. It doesn't slowly pull apart - it snaps. And after it snaps, it's not that easy putting the two pieces back together again.

Since the start of this process, I've felt like silly putty. I was being stretched. I was being stretched to do things that I never thought I would be able to do. You see, when I was a pre-schooler and someone would ask me, "What do you want to be when you grow up?" 5-year-old me would respond with, "Princess-Ballerina-Chef." Not once did I say, "I want to go on a missions trip."

God is stretching me to do things I never thought possible; and until today, I was patiently waiting for the moment that I was going to snap. I thought it was inevitable that eventually this is going to become too stressful for me and I'm just going to give up on it, but I am not silly putty. I am clay.

You see, clay can't exactly be "stretched", but it can be molded into many different shapes. It can go from a square block to a beautiful masterpiece. It might take a lot of time and patience to get to that beautiful masterpiece, but it will happen. And clay? It doesn't snap. It may crack, but that's okay, because every art piece has it's imperfections. I am only a block of clay, being molded by God's hands.

Isaiah 64:8 says:

"Yet you, Lord, are our Father.
    We are the clay, you are the potter;
    we are all the work of your hand."


I am undaunted. I will not snap when things get difficult. I might crack, but I know that I am being molded by God's hands. He does all things for our own good.