My Trip to the Potter's House
An Inspirational Devotional based on Jeremiah 18:1-4
"The word which came to Jeremiah from the Lord, saying, 'Arise and go down to the
and there I will cause thee to hear my words.' Then I went down to the potter's house, and, behold, he wrought a work on the wheels. And the vessel that he made of clay was marred in the hand of the potter:
so he made it again another vessel, as seemed good to the potter to make it" Jeremiah 18:1-4
Shortly after I came to know the Lord as my personal Savior, I was going through an extremely difficult period in my life. It was at that time I wrote
My Trip To The Potter's House,
using a literary device of writing to
"Dear Diary." Since then, by God's grace, I have grown in my spiritual walk. I now know that God is a good God. He is a faithful
God; a God I can trust.
We need not fear His plans for us. He always does right (Genesis 18:25).
My Trip To The Potter's House
The Lord has spoken to me and told me to "Arise and go down to the Potter's
house." You notice he said "down." Mountain tops are up, victories are up, but the road to the
Potter's house is always down.
I really don't want to go, and I don't even know if I can. I'm already dying inside, and I know what is in store for me,
at the Potter's house. At that place, construction goes on.
Hard callous scales are chipped away. Spirits are crushed, and hearts are broken. No, I
can't bear anymore; already I feel in my heart that I will refuse to go.
You notice verse 2 says for "Me to arise and go." It's my choice. I
don't have to worry; God won't physically carry me down there. He won't force me to go kicking and screaming. The choice is mine.
Now, what are my alternatives? I can run and turn back, and just forget it all. Admit I
wasn't cut out for this type of work or I can stay right where I'm at.
After all, I'm not totally useless to the Lord.
I have had some surgery done on me in the past, at the Potter's house, and then remember Diary, I even went without hesitating. For a brief moment, the alternative of staying where I am floods my mind again.
The Potter has cut me before, but now it would truly begin to hurt, because each time he cuts and molds, the more it hurts.
It's like a splinter Diary, if it's only on the top layer of skin then there is no problem, but the deeper it is, the more pain is inflicted to have it removed.
I have a choice to make, and I don't have much time to make it. Either I turn back and forget it all, or stay the same.
I know if I stay the same, I will become stagnant, like water that is drawn and just left uncared for. If I choose to remain the same, it will be the same thing as saying,
"Forget it all, and turn back" for in time, that is exactly what will happen.
Luke 9:62 keeps going through my mind, where Jesus says, "No man having put his hand to the plough, and looking back, is fit for the Kingdom of
I know in my heart, Diary, what I must do. Oh, how I dread it! I wish like the
cowboy days that I had a bullet I could bring to bite on. But I
don't. All I have is the obedience to "arise and go" and the faith and assurance that the Potter will apply even pressure as he lovingly and carefully, molds me, and that his loving, gentle, but firm, nail scarred hands will uphold me within.
As I travel down
to the Potter's house, I am reminded of Isaac, how he went to the altar not knowing what to expect, but believing that his father loved him and had his best interest at heart, he submitted.
I am at the potter's house now. The journey down here was almost as difficult as having the Potter actually place me on the grinding wheel. But every time the wheel goes around, and God shapes me, his vessel, he holds me even more tightly inside. And
I've gotten to where I look forward to the clicking sound of the wheel as it makes a complete turn, because every time it goes around, He says,
"Oh my, how I love you!"
The Potter isn't finished with me yet, for this is extremely intricate work, and my father only knows perfection. But Diary, he put verse 4 of Jeremiah chapter 18 in the
Bible to remind me, that when he is finished, I can write to you and say,
"So he made it again, another vessel as seemed good to the Potter to make
it." Praise God!
Copyright 2018 Cheremiah
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