Sunday's sermon at church was exceptionally good & I'd like to share a bit about what I got out of it. The passage that spoke most directly to me is from Jeremiah 18:1-6.
The background: Jeremiah was called by God to be a prophet at a young age. A prophet is not necessarily a calling most people want. It often requires one to be the bearer of bad news. God had something he wanted to teach Jeremiah so He sent him to a potter's house for his field-trip lesson.
The text: "This is the word that came to Jeremiah from the Lord: "Go down to the potter's house, and there I will give you my message." So I went down to the potter's house, and I saw him working at the wheel. But the pot he was shaping from the clay was marred in his hands; so the potter formed it into another pot, shaping it AS SEEMED BEST TO HIM. Then the word of the Lord came to me, "O house of Isarel, can I not do with you as this potter does?" declares the Lord. "Like clay in the hand of the potter, so are you in my hand, O house of Israel".
My thoughts: While there was a ton that I gleaned from this sermon, what spoke to me the most is what I emphasied above. God created me as He thought best. That means I'm who I'm supposed to be- faults & all, strengths & weaknesses, likes & dislikes. So many times I get caught up in my world of perfectionism that I get bogged down with the impossibility of "measuring up" or ever "being good enough." Our world has created a fascad of what a beautiful woman should look like & how a lovely woman should act. What I find comfort in, however, is that I am nothing without Christ & that I'm exactly who I should be in Him!
Audry & Ellie playing at the park...gorgeous day today!
Ellie, Saedi, & Audry eating lunch by the Cumberland River.
Last night was a bit of a weird night...eventful in an un-eventful way (does that even make sense? just keep reading). Around 4:30-5:00pm I loaded the girls up in their little red wagon so we could go for a short neighborhood walk. As soon as I hit the driveway I noticed a few police cars on our street & a few neighbors were bustling outside. A cop motioned for me to come over & he said I should probably go home because a neighbor was threatened at gunpoint by her boyfriend, and the boyfriend was still in her house (which is a few houses away from mine). Throughout the next half hour more & more police cars came, the street was blocked off & several cops with rifles were throughout our neighborhood. In fact, I stepped onto my back porch & a man dressed in a green camoflauge SWAT uniform popped out of nowhere & told me to get back inside (he was nice about it) & then proceeded to run across my back yard with his rifle. I never heard any gun shots & the police were gone around 9:30pm so I don't know what ever came to be of the situation (that's why I introduced the story as being un-eventful) but it was a lot of drama for our quiet, usually un-eventful street.
