I like to drain my own potatoes because I don’t like cleaning the sink! I myself once saved the water and lost the potatoes so I learned to be cautious in the pouring.
I once tried to strain the lumps from my gravy by pouring all the gravy into a strainer and thus saving the lumps, not the gravy.
I have stirred flour into hot liquid and developed lumps.
Thankfully, I learned from those mistakes. Sadly, my life too has saved too many lumps.
A lump is a hard mix of something in an otherwise smooth mix.
I have saved lumps of unforgiveness.
And lumps of revenge.
And lumps of sadness.
And lumps of unforgiveness.
And every other lump you can think of.
My life only became smooth again once I offered God those nasty lumps and he changed or removed them so that my life smoothed out again. It is his right and desire for us.
Has the potter no right over the clay, to make out of the same lump, one vessel for beauty and distinction and honorable use, and another for menial or ignoble and dishonorable use? (Romans 9:21)
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