Not What I Want

I spent an entire day working on a piece of writing that refused to come to fruition. It did not want to be born. Finally, I walked away and went to the chapel.

My hope was that I would have a revelation. God would take all the pieces, shuffle them around, and put them back together. I had hoped. But, no.

Jeremiah 18:4 says…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.

Like the clay, it was marred. It was never going to be what I wanted it to be. It was meant to be something else.

What are you trying to force? Could it be that it’s supposed to be something else? Let it go. It will either die or it will be reborn into a new and beautiful thing.