Frustrated and Unfulfilled

Woe to him who quarrels with His Maker,
to him who is but a potsherd among the potsherds on the ground.
Does the clay say to the potter,
“What are you making?” 

O Lord, you are our Father.
We are the clay, you are the potter;
we are all the work of your hand.
(Isaiah 45:9; 64:8, NIV)

Lord, I’ve spent much of my life frustrated that I wasn’t serving as I wanted. I’ve always felt there was something more for me, but I was never given the chance.

But, Lord, there’s never been a single day that You didn’t give me the chance to serve and glorify You.

You’ve been teaching me that You only deny Your children what is good in order to give them what is better. You only shut doors of service in order to open greater doors–greater because they better serve Your purposes. And Your purposes are always perfect wisdom and pure love.

Looking back, God, I thank You for that wisdom. Thank You for doing what was right and not what I wanted.

Thank You for doing that now. I praise You for the future blessings it will bring.

I am learning not only to accept but to savor the mystery of Your ways, to receive would-be disappointments as surprises of love.

My Lord, choose my area of service today and every day. You lead. I will rejoice and follow.

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