Thursday, August 18, 2011

40 Days of Now: Day 38

(This post is part of a series. If you'd like to know what it's all about, go here.)
Does it get any better than homemade play dough? It's so soft and fresh and easier to play with than store-bought, I think.

The lumps await their fate. They are at the mercy of the children's hands. "What shall I be?" they each wonder. "A tiger?" "A flashlight?" "A miniature version of Cleveland?"

How about lime sherbet with blueberry cookies on the side?

Or a little hedgehog going to a party?

How about a bug-eyed dragon?

Or a weird baby with a hair bow?

Umm...Merry Christmas, you little weirdos!


Father, all this shaping of dough has me singing that old song:

Have thine own way, Lord. Have thine own way. Thou are the potter, I am the clay. Mold me and make me, after Thy will. While I am waiting, yielded and still.

I put myself into Your very capable and loving hands. Do with me what You please. I know that with You, I won't turn out to be a weird baby with a hair bow. I surely will be something uniquely wonderful and beautiful. I trust You completely. ~R

Yet you, LORD, are our Father.
We are the clay, you are the potter;
we are all the work of your hand. (Isaiah 64:8)


1 comment:

  1. Jesus, today I see you in the love I have for my family. I see you in my little girl running with all her might to jump into her daddy's arms. I see you in my little boy kissing his sister's finger that she pinched in an umbrella. I see you in my husband walking alongside me on all life's twists and turns. I see you Jesus in our family being together and sharing emotions on this windy road called life.


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