Play-doh

⁸ Yet, O LORD, you are our Father.
We are the clay, you are the potter;
we are all the work of your hand. (Isaiah 64:8)

Friday right, I was struck by the mold-and shape-ability of Play-doh. While worshiping over in Ytterboe, I picked up some Play-doh that was sitting on the table close by, and started thinking about a lesson I had taught to WOW kids, the MOPS preschoolers, or campers somewhere along the way. We had the kids first hold a stone, then Play-doh, after talking about fostering a heart for God. Then we asked them what type of substance they thought God wants our hearts to be like- the Play-doh or the rock. This example struck me last night, because I believe God has been breaking down a lot of the hardness, the walls in my own heart this last year. The physical feeling of Play-doh was a nice stress release (holding and molding it gave me something to do other than worry), but the more I thought about it, the more I realized God is shaping and healing my heart.

May our hearts be soft, moldable, and open to God's healing.