to see as God sees

This day is full of fresh flowers

surprises planted on my path by God

some difficulties, many unknowns

transforming me with gentle and sharp nudges.

How to see as God sees,

I try.

I fall down, hard, and what does it mean?

Give up?  Go slower?  Be smaller?

Perhaps.  Perhaps not.

How to see as God sees,

I try.

Not mine to do? 

Or maybe it is, with practice.

I am unsure, and yet.  

To try is eloquent prayer.

Becoming, as the wheel turns my clay feet.

I am on it; I suffer as the potter works me over

and I ask for mercy.

But I am on it.

I consent to be here.

To allow this shaping into

a vessel of His design.

© 2013 Julie Ann Stevens

 

Painting:  The Gift of Wisdom © 2012 Julie Ann Stevens

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