prayer

The Potter’s Hands

As I look on my life, I see the way the potter’s hands have shaped and molded me to be who I am today. I see the gentle way those hands guide me to form me. I see the times when the hands put slight pressure on me and times when they relaxed to let me breathe out. But more than that, I see the times that I, like the clay, fell apart in those hands, in the middle of them trying to turn me into a masterpiece. And each time I can point to my life or myself falling apart, those hands picked up all the pieces of clay and used them to reshape and mold me anew, to make a new masterpiece with the same clay that seconds before was in pieces on the ground.

Oh how loved we are that in the moments when life is dark, in the times when everything has seemingly fallen apart, those potter’s hands know that I was created from the beginning to be a masterpiece. Those hands know that they selected the exact amount and right type of clay for me to be what they envisioned me to be. The potter knows that by picking up the same clay, and reforming it, the most incredible masterpiece is still possible.

How beautiful it is to see that all the parts of me from the beginning will in the end become this masterpiece. How amazing to know that the clay I thought was broken just needed new life, a new form. How incredible to know that the same situation that made me crumble would also become the situation that would transform me.

Three years ago was one of those times when the clay fell apart. The clay of my life became dry and crumbled to pieces in the potter’s hands. I see now that the potters hands calmly gathered all the scattered pieces of clay and formed them into a ball. Then they put the ball on the potter’s wheel and began to guide and shape my life, using all the pieces that fell apart before, but having reworked them and rejoined them in a new way so that this time they would stick. With calm patience, those potter’s hands continued to work, bringing new life to the dried clay that had previously been there. They added water like the waters of baptism to strengthen me and make me new. As the hands continued to shape me into something new, they continually met me where I was.

May we all be potter’s hands to each other. In times when someone’s life has become dry or fallen into pieces, may we, like the potter, meet them where they are. Without trying to change the clay material that makes them who they are, may we help them gather all of who why are, put all the pieces of themselves into a ball and place it on the potter’s wheel and leave it to the potter to reconstruct new possibility of life in them. For through the potter’s hands, portals of hope are formed and new life is given. We don’t need to become something other than who were were originally created to be, we need only to place all of ourselves on the wheel and let the potter’s beautiful hands work to turn us into the masterpiece he envisioned us to be.

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A touch of prayer

Let me hold you in my heart today. Let me lift you up in prayer for a moment. Let me unite myself to you in this prayer for you that you may in this moment have comfort in knowing that you are not alone. Let this prayer touch your soul.

I can feel the connection to you through this prayer. It’s as though you are next to me. It’s as if we are holding hands and I am looking into your eyes, praying for you and with you. You may be far away but we are connected outside time, enveloped in the majesty of God’s great love when I hold you deep in my prayer. I can feel you breathe; I can feel your pain; I can feel your joy. I am connected to you in ways I cannot explain. It’s the beautiful connecting of two souls. We are wrapped up in each other, united in prayer, sitting before God together.

Prayer melts my hardened heart, calms the emotional storms, and makes straight the path to you. Although you are far away, in praying for you I am given the gift to just be with you in this moment. May this prayer of love that connects us through time and eternity sustain you today. I know that we will forever be connected, that our time together serves a purpose. May my prayer bring you comfort where you are. May my sitting in God’s presence while holding you in my heart give you the gift of knowing that He is near and He loves you through all things.

I may not be able to be with you right now, but when I pray for you, we are one in His love. For that moment in time we are united in unexplainable ways. Isn’t that the beauty of a prayer? The connecting of two souls to the Father.

Just be. Let my prayer of love allow you to just be with God for a moment. Let this prayer seep in through the scars on your soul that you may be healed from the inside out by the God who is love. My prayers are to be beside you in Christ. That through this prayer He would find you and find softness in your heart, an opening that he can enter to be with you and fill you.

With each breath as I hold you in prayer, I see you from deep in my soul. I see you in your joy, your pain, your struggle, your confusion, your temptation, and your doubt. I feel the torment you are experiencing and I ache to relieve you. I cannot take away the torment on my own, but may this prayer be united with the crucified Christ who knows torment and temptation so that He may give you comfort, rest, and strength. As I pray, I am running toward you, just to be with you in spirit. May my prayer bring you comfort even if you don’t know where the comfort came from. May my prayer bring you hope in the darkest of circumstances. May my prayer remind you that you are never alone.

You are never alone because I will always lift you up in prayer and I know that when I do He will be right by your side, ready to envelop you in His love, truth, and mercy if you even for a second open the doors. You are never alone because my prayers are that God would cover you with His love at all times. You are never alone because we are one body.

Oh the power of a simple prayer for another. That in that brief moment, the soul of another is touched, hears a whisper, and is not alone in the world. That for that time in prayer, that person’s soul experiences God. We may never know the power or impact of a simple prayer on someone else’s life, but we know that for a moment that person’s life was touched with love, grace, mercy, and charity. As I pray for you, you are surrounded by God, His angels, the saints, the faithful departed, and the faithful body of Christ on earth. In that moment you are touched by heaven which is a communion of love in it’s purest form. May we always bless those we meet and those we love with a touch of prayer.