A journey of becoming
Did you know that God is not directly mentioned anywhere in the book of Esther? Yet the book of Esther is included in the canonized text that Christians call the Bible because it is consistent with the other 65 divinely inspired books in many ways. One of those ways is that the hand of God is unquestionably present throughout the story of Esther. In like fashion, some of my posts will speak directly to God, some specifically about God’s word, and others may not mention God at all directly. However, when pieced together, they create a picture that shows the hand of God working in my life to make me more like Christ. In sharing these pieces of me with you, I hope you too will join me at the Potter’s house, as we allow him to shape us into the beautiful, uniquely SHAPEd vessels that He created yes even designed us to be.
SHAPEd- Spiritual Gifts, Heart, Aptitude, Personality, Experiences -molded together to make the divinely purposed vessels.
Understand the present (s) we were given by God. When Holy Spirit comes to set up residence inside of believers at the point of salvation, He comes baring gifts. Those gifts are for the benefit of the the family of God. “For everyone to whom much is given, from him much will be required;” Lk 12:48b
Be you. Do you ever wonder why you do the things you do? Are you more of a “Why” or “What if” person? Corners or Crowds? Club or couch? Here we will wander around different crevices of our wiring to see what makes us we.
Press into your passions. I’ve heard it said: the thing which bothers you most is what you were placed on this Earth to do something about. OUCH. Passion: deeply satisfying and excruciatingly frustrating. Let’s press into the depths that make life worth living. …
Let’s discuss the stories of our lives. Do we make our experiences or do our experiences make us?
Deep dive into what we’ve always simply just been able to do. Everyone is born with a particular ability to do at least one thing really well with little to no effort or to catch on to something immediately. Part of knowing what we were born to do involves exploring what we were born doing.
“Two roads diverged in a yellow wood…And both that morning equally lay
In leaves no step had trodden black.
Oh, I kept the first for another day!
Yet knowing how way leads on to way,
I doubted if I should ever come back.
I shall be telling this with a sigh
Somewhere ages and ages hence:Two roads diverged in a wood, and I—
I took the one less traveled by,
And that has made all the difference.”