While in prayer with the Lord this morning, I was discussing a long-time dream with Him. It has been such a long time coming to pass, and I had been, and still am doing what I can, what if that dream is dying, or has already has. Why is it delayed? I do not have forever upon this earth. Or perhaps why the dream has not reached fruition was due to some kind of flaw within me, a shortcoming, that made me ineligible.
He told me to stir up the gift within me, to sacrifice unto Him regardless of what occurs. This delay was not due to some kind of character flaw, but of tempering and growth that was needed, and that certain types of development cannot happen overnight or else this clay pot would crack and be of no good to anyone.
He did not make me less, or with beauty only He knows is there, or is able to see. He called me one of His chosen vessels. I had to be requested from the potter, retrieved from the back, and trusted to be the vessel needed, whether I appeared to be one or not.
We have to trust His choice and His timing, and not lean upon our own understanding and perceptions. For the "what ifs" in our lives are merely platforms of doubt. And our lack of trust, of faith, is the foundation for that doubt.
Should we allow the fickle "if"s in life to give us pause and form our destinies? Or should we seek His wisdom and understanding and be made into those choice vessels of destiny for Him?
For we are all made to be God's chosen vessels, used in positions that honor Him for the task for which we were formed. And He has sent forth this clarion call of destiny upon all His vessels, to give Him glory.
Choice vessels are unique, one of a kind, special vessels, that doesn't just sit out in the middle of the shop, thinking everything or everyone revolves around them. They are hidden, silently waiting in the back of the potter's shop, in anticipation of destiny's call.
