Pottery Wheel

I have spent my life being sculpted by the world.
All my energy was consumed trying to fit the mold presented to me by society.
I thought I was making progress.
I thought I was starting to fit in.
But now I sit here surrounded by the world’s definition of success and beauty —
So why am I so empty?
I realize now the world was not molding me; it was really just destroying me.
The world is not a gentle sculptor. It is just a hammer slowly breaking you apart
So what now?
Where do I go?
I am just a pile of broken clay.
I am damaged, useless, and unfixable.
Then I remember I was always given another option,
I could go to the pottery wheel and be transformed into a new creation.
In the past, the lies and my shame have always kept me from the wheel.
A voice always whispered to me that it would hurt.
That voice told me real transformation is not possible.
That voice reminded me of my value.
I do not deserve this kind of transformation,
I am too far gone.
But now I had no other choice, so I surrendered to the wheel.
I went as I was, completely broken.
The potter placed me on the wheel;
He took me as I was,
He sculpted me with his hands.
Restoring my broken parts,
Redeeming my cracks from falling,
Renewing my form,
As he sculpted I do not feel any pain.
As he sculpted I was filled with his peace and love.
I waited in excitement to see what He was going to create in me.
He finished mending my brokenness, but that is not where he stopped.
He then covered me with the paint of blamelessness.
Then he took out a can with a label that said, “truth;”
He sprayed it over me sealing his work.
This seal came with the assurance that the change is permanent and real.
He restored me to his original plan for me;
He restored my purity and labeled me blameless.
He opened my eyes to how he sees me and why he made me.
I was made to be filled with his glory;
I was made to be filled with his love.
I was designed with a purpose and he brought me back to that original plan.
I came as I was and that was good enough;
I came with fear — I left with freedom.
I came with weakness — I left with power.
I came with shame — I left unashamed.
He always saw my brokenness but also still saw my beauty.
The whole time, He saw in me his perfect, beloved child.
I was never too broken to be restored;
He never labeled me as damaged.
The whole time I was living for the world he was waiting to heal me and lavish his forgiveness on me,
But I had to come to him.
I now long for the table.
I spend my days with my creator allowing him to continue molding me,
But every day I must choose to remain on the wheel.
The pressures of the world cannot reach the pottery table,
The whisper I used to hear telling me lies has no authority here.
Here, I am safe.
Here, I am fully loved, made whole, and set free.
Here, I see myself the way God sees me.