Hi, Jesus loves you
Sometime ago, I was reflecting on my steps with God and a poem came into my mind. And I want to share it with you here. I believe it will bless you too.
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I am a work in progress
Not a finished product
But I am in the process
I am in the hand of my maker
As a clay in the hand of a potter
Being moulded by the perfect moulder
I don’t look like who I am called to be
But I am not ashamed of what I am now
For I do not despise my little beginnings
I rejoice at every stage of my becoming
I praise my maker for what I will become
I will never allow myself to be beclouded
What I am now I use for His glory
I move from glory to glory
Reflecting my maker’s glory
Don’t laugh at me
Don’t make fun of me
He is working in me
My moulding is not without pain
Sometimes I look pale
Another time I look plain
But one thing is sure
I am a vessel of honour
I am to radiate His splendour
I am a work in progress
Not a finished product
But I am in the process
How is your walk with God?
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Indeed we are work in progress. Though sometimes I wish I was fully molded and perfect with no cracks or dents. But the potter knows and he is indeed in control. As long as I continually seek him; someday I shall be his splitting image.
Hi Ndidi.
Good to hear from you again. May God give us the patience to hold on until He is done with us.
Remain blessed.
it is a blessing to walk with our maker, thank you for once more reminds us that God is not yet done with us.We are still under construction and by the time He is done with us, the whole world will know. thank you Mommy and lots and lots of love.
God bless you Monica. The whole world truly will see your shinning. See you at the top.
Awesome, I desire to get to that stage where I would be a finished product, smooth, polished and shining though sometimes it feels like the potter has abandoned the clay, lying ther on the floor as if He is not there. I know he will never forsake me.
Yes Alfa, He will never forsake you or any of His own