Haven’t we all suffered through one kind of pain or another? Whether it is physical, mental or emotional, pain hurts. We can’t dwell on it because the more we dwell on it the more it hurts.
I try to remember that we are traveling a road through pain, that God is with us in it and he is growing and changing us through it.
The word which came to Jeremiah from the Lord, saying, Arise, and go down to the potter’s house, and there I will cause thee to hear my words. Then I went down to the potter’s house, and, behold, he wrought a work on the wheels. And the vessel that he made of clay was marred in the hand of the potter: so he made it again another vessel, as seemed good to the potter to make it. (Jeremiah 18:1-4, KJV)
The Lord is remaking us; we are his clay, and with his hands, he holds us while he molds us into better clay pots than we were before.
We no longer are simple tea cups, holding a minimum of God. Instead, he forms us into teapots, containing more and more of him and ready to pour him out to someone else in pain.
In all this, you greatly rejoice, though now for a little while you may have had to suffer grief in all kinds of trials. These have come so that the proven genuineness of your faith—of greater worth than gold, which perishes even though refined by fire—may result in praise, glory and honour when Jesus Christ is revealed. (1 Peter 1:6-7, NIV)
Prayer-Father, help us rest quietly in your hands while you remake us. Amen.