Especially Him

"Left on our own, we are simply piles of dirt. But when  Elohim (Father, Son, and Holy Spirit) molded the soil and breathed life into it, it became a man."

IN THE GARDEN, there are many flowers, but the same soil. There grow zinnias and daisies and black-eyed susans. Sprinkled in between, there are daylilies and goldenrod. All feeding from the same nutrients provided by the elements and a handful of fertilizer, now and then.

In the cabinet, there are many dishes. There are plates of varying sizes and bowls, both cereal bowls and smaller portion bowls. There are coffee cups and plastic cups and actual glass glasses. All of these will sit on the table and hold something for our enjoyment.

What makes the cake is various ingredients. You must have flour and sugar and eggs as well as milk, vanilla flavoring, and, if you prefer, cocoa or cinnamon or some sort of taste that makes it unique. But until you mix them all together, you have simply ingredients. It is their unity, baked in the fire, that makes them so good to eat.

Why does the pot say to the Potter, why have you made me thus? Left on our own, we are simply piles of dirt. But when Elohim (Father, Son, and Holy Spirit) molded the soil and breathed life into it, it became a man. When they took a rib from Adam and put their life into it, it became a woman. Then they blessed them with a covenant to unite again, the rib into his side, and reproduce the life they’ve been given.

It was their unity which created mankind.

If you purchase seed and set it on the shelf, it will never grow. You must place it in the soil and water it and nurture it. As it forms a stalk and leaves, as the flower buds form, you must tend the area around it. You must pull weeds. It requires time to become its best. The same can be said of pottery. What begins as dirt and is formed into clay, only becomes a vessel fit for use because someone takes their time to create it. With the pressure of their thumbs and fingers, with the skill of a potter, they take what is shapeless and it becomes beautiful.

But the process doesn’t stop there. Because a pot formed and not baked in the kiln will never hold water. Or supper. Or cereal. Or flowers. God made many pots in all sizes and shapes. He planted many flowers of all forms of beauty. He has set the table and defied the enemy then invited us to join Him and dine there. It is His hands that molds us. It is His time that causes us to come fully into being. It is His life that causes the seed to sprout and aim for heaven. It is His table where we pull up a seat.

Together. There is no place for this pot to say to that pot, “You have no use.” There is no time limit on whether this one has formed or that one is perfected. It is only when we view the garden and see all the flowers that it truly holds its beauty. And then we “ooo and aah,” proclaiming our praises for the roses and the daisies and the viburnum, as well as the Sower who came along and sowed them.

Especially Him.

“And he said, I will love thee, O LORD, my strength. The LORD is my rock, and my fortress, and my deliverer; my God, my strength, in whom I will trust; my buckler, and the horn of my salvation, and my high tower.” (Psalms 18:1-2)

“Thou art worthy, O Lord, to receive glory and honour and power: for thou hast created all things, and for thy pleasure they are and were created.” (Revelation 4:11)

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Suzanne D. Williams, Author