Scott the Cracked Pot

I would have written this yesterday after Youth, but my sister had to do her 1000 word essay, so I thought I'd let her have the computer (quite generous of me, no?). So this post is really for the 6th of January, 2010.

TODAY=YESTERDAY

YESTERDAY=THE DAY BEFORE YESTERDAY

It was the first day back at school today, and it was actually alright. I didn't fall asleep or anything, anyway (not that I ever do in school...). The only thing that was horrible was the fact that I've been getting up at 9:30am every day for the past two weeks, so the Sun is always there. But since I had to get up at 6:30, it was still down, so that was a little depressing. A good thing was that it was really warm, so I got to wear my gray coat instead of my black one! Oh. Another bad thing was that I left my lipgloss in the black coat. :( Ooo, but it's only a three day school-week, so there's a good thing! And another really good thing was that there was Youth!

We played this game where you had to pick a "Random Thing" of of the bag, and then you had to act it out for your team to guess. I went twice and got: Fall through the ice while fishing, and Eat a muffin with ants in it. Besides the fact that I died and ate bugs, it was really fun!

Then we talked about how we're the clay, and God is molding us. You have to dig really deep to find the clay first. Then you have to slowly make it mold-able, and when it's ready, he starts to mold us. Sometimes he has only to gently shape the edges, other times he has to really beat us to get us on the right path. And sometimes we get a crack in our sides that gets so big that God just has to mush us up and start all over again.* Scott said that, when we first become Christians, we're like the clay in the first stage; a big puddle on the ground.

So, am I the cracked pot, or am I the puddle? I think I'm the puddle -- I'm not broken or messed up, just undefined. And as I learn more about God, I'll eventually start to have a specific shape. Only, I still don't know what shape that will be, so I guess I'll have to let God decide.

And I'm okay with that.

*Oh, the reason I called this "Scott the Cracked Pot" is because when Scott was trying to make an example, he called himself a Cracked Pot by accident. It was really funny! (Yeah, Scott, it was!)