Prayers from a stacked pot

O Lord, my Rock and my Redeemer–

I feel like a stacked pot, waiting among so many others for something new and miraculous to overpower my life.

I forget what miracles You’ve already done on my behalf.
Now I’m asking for Your transforming power
to erase pain, redeem mistakes,
and use my years of working and waiting.
Somehow, take my ordinary life and transform it into a glorious piece of Your master plan.
Make me patient as I sit and wait.
Build my faith as I trust You.
Help me see past the pressures of this life that weigh on me and threaten to stifle my calling.

I feel so ordinary,
so confined in my purpose,
like a clay pot stacked among so many others.

I forget that
You made me for eternity.
I should not pine for it or waste my time here,
but I need to work like what I do here matters.
Because it does matter.
I must participate and fulfill whatever task you have placed in front of me.
You will redeem even the mundane.
Even the mistakes,
as long as I am a willing pot in the Potter’s hands.

Mold me.
Use me.
Break me, if necessary.
Redeem my every move.

Amen.

Psalm 19:14–My the words of my mouth and the meditation of my heart be pleasing in your sight, O Lord, my rock and my Redeemer.

image from Petr Kratochvil