Musings on Marriage

Month: May 2016

Clay, Sheep, Servants……

Dear Daughters,

Now that I have written twice about the metaphor of the Potter (God) and us (the clay), I became somewhat concerned about using that image only.  If we are just a mute, senseless piece of clay, it doesn’t sound terribly intriguing to trust our lives to a God who is only there to shape us into whatever He wants.

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A few weeks ago I remembered a section in The Sacred Romance by John Eldredge, speaking about the many different ways in which God relates to us:

The Scriptures employ a wide scale of metaphors to capture the many facts of our relationship with God.  If you consider them in a sort of ascending order, there is a noticeable and breathtaking progression.SacredRomance (2)

At the bottom of the totem pole there is the image of God as the Potter and we the clay.  But that picture gives us as pots no communication, no ability to ask questions, express emotions or even have an opinion.  (Isaiah 64:8)

Mercifully, there are other comparisons in the Bible portraying the relationship between God and us as his created beings.  Moving up from the Potter and the clay is the image of The Good Shepherd. (Psalm 23) Because we are pictured as the sheep and Jesus the Shepherd, both beings are now at least living, and the image is one of the Shepherd keeping us safe, holding us in his arms, keeping away wolves and other predators.  It is comforting yet still not complete.

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Then there is the description where we are servants of God. (Matthew 25:21) Somehow many of us take on that role quickly and easily.  God tells us what to do and we obey, swiftly and without discussion.  Often we do and do and do, anything and everything that needs to be done – for the needy, for the hurting, for our families or the committees at church.  The focus is on doing work, and doing it well.  It too is a good image, yet incomplete.  Servants are valuable but are not able to get too close to the Master.  Yet many of us get stuck at this point.

Thankfully, God also calls us his children, and He our heavenly Father. (1 John 3:1) Children have a lot more intimacy with their parents than clay does with potters or shepherds with their sheep.  They also have a lot more freedom than servants.  Children can come into the house at any time, be a little annoying and misbehave, yet still be loved.

But even in the best parent-child relationship there is still something missing.  If we continue searching out our relationship with God, we amazingly find that Jesus calls us His friends.Kari (17)

photo by Kari Matthews

With you, my daughters, we have progressed from the mother-daughter relationship to one of friendship.  I count you among my most precious friends.  Yes, there is still the fact that I am your mother, and you my daughters but we have relationships that are honest, open and vulnerable.

I count it an incredible miracle that Jesus calls us His friends. (John 15:15) Many people in the world mock the fact it is possible that the Creator of the universe would converse with people, or that He even cares.  But the Bible tells us it is so, and I call Him my very best friend.

Yet, there is one other level the Bible speaks of – that we are God’s beloved. (Song of Songs 7:10) He is simply crazy about you and I. There are some dark, confusing days when I still struggle to believe, yet I know it’s true.  How He longs for us to talk to Him, to trust Him with our most difficult parts of life.  He loves to hear our honest hearts, our raw and aching emotions, our deepest joys.Darkblossoms

Our husbands are also our beloved, but they simply cannot be there for us all the time.  They are not capable of dealing with or understanding our inmost longings, desires, and joys.  We need our Creator who knows us better than we know ourselves, who calls us His beloved, to give us the confidence that we need so that we too can love as He does.

How I rejoice in the fact that day or night, He is there. Yes, He is shaping me like a potter shapes His clay.  Indeed, He protects me like a shepherd does his sheep.  I am His servant, His child and His friend, but best of all I am God’s beloved.

And so are you….

So, hold on loosely to this life.  There will be dark times, anguish, disappointments and times of perplexity.  But there will also be hope for the future, peace during turbulent  happenings – all because you are God’s beloved.

In this we can all greatly rejoice.

Love, Mom

 

 

 

 

 

 

The Tea Cup Story

Dear Daughters,

            After I watched Charlene spin her projects on the potter’s wheel several weeks ago, I was reminded of a simple story I received via email a few years back.  A dear friend sent it to me when I was at one of the lowest physical and emotional times of my life.  It arrived shortly after I had to quit my teaching job mid-year because of illness and I was at home day after day, lying on the couch alone most of the time and lamenting my lot in life.

The questions raged in my head: Why wasn’t God healing me so I could teach?  Didn’t He care about me anymore?  Had He forgotten that I still existed, hanging by a thread?  The verse `God grants sweet sleep to those He loves’ mocked me day after day as I was haunted with doubts and nights with little sleep.  I had so many questions, but all I heard from God was silence. 

The story from my friend goes like this:

There was a couple who used to go to England to shop in the beautiful antique stores.  They both liked antiques and pottery and especially teacups.  Spotting an exceptional cup they asked, “May we see that, we’ve never before seen a cup quite so beautiful.”  As the lady handed it to them, suddenly the teacup spoke:

You don’t understand.  I have not always been a teacup.  There was a time when I was just a lump of red clay.Pottery (5)

            My master took me and rolled me, pounded and patted me over and over and I yelled out, `Don’t do that, I don’t like it, let me alone.’ But he only smiled and gently said, `Not yet.’

            Then WHAM!  I was placed on a spinning wheel and suddenly I was spun around and around and around.  `Stop it, I’m getting so dizzy.  I’m going to be sick,’ I screamed.  But the master only nodded and said quietly, `Not yet.’Pottery (15)

            He spun me and poked and prodded and bent me out of shape to suit himself, and then…..and then he put me in the oven.  I never felt such heat.  I yelled and knocked and pounded at the door.  `Help!  Get me out of here!’  I could see him through the opening and I could read his lips as he shook his head from side to side.  `Not yet.’

            When I thought I couldn’t bear it another minute, the door opened.  He carefully took me out and put me on the shelf, and I began to cool.  Oh, that felt so good.  `Ah, this is much better,’ I thought.  But, after I cooled he picked me up and brushed and painted me all over.  The fumes were horrible, I thought I would gag.  `Oh please, stop it, stop it!’ I cried.  He only shook his head and said, `Not yet.’Pottery (11)

            Then suddenly he put me back into the oven.  Only it was not like the first one.  This was twice as hot and I knew I would just suffocate.  I begged, I pleaded, I screamed.  I cried.  I was convinced I would never make it.  I was ready to give up.  Just then the door opened and he took me out and again placed me on the shelf where I cooled and waited and waited, wondering `What’s he going to do to me next?’  An hour later he handed me a mirror and said, `Look at yourself.’  And I did.  I said, `That’s not me; that couldn’t be me.  It’s beautiful, I’m beautiful!’teacup (2)

            Quietly he spoke, `I want you to remember.’  Then he said, `I know it hurt to be rolled and pounded and patted, but had I just left you alone, you’d have dried up.teacup  I know it made you dizzy to spin around on the wheel, but if I had stopped you would have crumbled.  I know it hurt and it was hot and disagreeable in the oven, but if I hadn’t put you there you would have cracked.  I know the fumes were bad when I brushed and painted you all over, but if I hadn’t done that, you never would have hardened.  You would not have had any color in your life.  If I hadn’t put you back in that second oven you wouldn’t have survived for long because the hardness would not have held.  Now you are a finished product. Now you are what I had in mind when I first began with you.’Teacup (3)

            Somehow that little story brought me peace.  I could maybe, possibly, believe that things would not always be this hard, life would get better.  kari (25)

I love to read stories, funny stories, fantasy stories, sad stories, real life stories.  The Color of Grace by Bethany Williams is a real life story I read recently about the brokenness, agony and depression she survived after a painful divorce.  After years of therapy, healing, and counseling, Bethany has become the founder of Exile International, a ministry devoted to former child soldiers and children orphaned by war in Africa.

The stories of these children are brutal, beyond my comprehension – rape, witnessing their families being murdered, sometimes being forced to do the dastardly deeds themselves.  But the hope, the joy in eyes that were once dark with hopelessness, the dancing and laughter that is the result of new life they have received from Jesus Christ, is simply astounding.  There is no longer bitterness or darkness.  No blaming God for their lives of horror.  In Bethany’s words;

…in witnessing their [the children’s] strength, I realized in our American quest for comfort, our resilience muscle has been weakened.  In our desire to have things “quick and easy,” we have atrophied our ability to thrive and survive.  So we now have quick, and we now have easy, but we have less strength to cope with life when it becomes difficult. 

In our quest for comfort, we have weakened our ability to be uncomfortable.  Funny how we think we are the strong ones.  I have found the strong ones.  I am surrounded by them. Grace (2)

            My pain is real pain, your pain is real pain.  But there is a certain beauty that comes from sitting close to and parking with our pain.  When we run from it we fail to see what God is working through it.  But if we embrace it, knowing that God is walking with us it can become a beautiful thing.

Every one of us has pain, whether it be a broken relationship, a broken body or a feeble mind, secrets we keep out of fear, grief over death.  Whatever it is, know that your Heavenly Father catches your tears, weeps with you.  He will not remove all pain, but he has promised to walk with us giving us his peace.

There are many days I would love to have physical healing, I have prayed for it for years.  My dream is to be able to walk a mile.  Apparently God has something better in mind for now, maybe to show His strength in my weakness.  Whatever the case, I will trust Him to do what He deems best.  I encourage you to trust Him with your pain as well.

Love, Mom

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