PLAY-DOH

Do you remember playing with it?
I loved to open up the little cans with the bright different colors….Blue… Red…. Yellow…..Green….White…(now they have many new and colorful colors !)
…..and the smell!!!   That distinctive smell!   Kind of a salty …doughy smell… once you have smelled it, you will NEVER forget it!

ohhhh……the hours spent shaping and reshaping that colorful, soft, pliable substance.  Rolling it in to a near perfect ball…. then into the shape of a snake!    The next minute breaking it in to two pieces and now …. a mushroom….. one more time…. a snowman!

Rolling pins, cookie cutters, knives, beads then start filling up the empty spaces on the table alongside the play-doh to fulfill the ever-expanding ideas of what was possible to create with this simple substance named….Play-doh.

I ….. was the creator….What ever I deemed fit to create… that is exactly what it came to be.  Well…. as close to what my talented fingers at age 5 could form.  It didn’t matter however, because I was pleased as well as my proud momma at what the masterpiece of the moment became.
After all of the ooohhhhss…… and ahhhhhhhs  were done… we smashed it back down in to that tiny little can…. placing the lid on tight so the next creative session would be even more productive than the last.

Sometimes …. the lid was not placed on tight and when opened was found to be less pliable… it had become hard and not easy to form.   It took a lot of time to work it trying to get it soft again…. Hard, dried up pieces would be discarded in the trash too far gone to ever work again.  If I had enough patience…and muscle… or my dad….we might be able to get the rest of it back to the consistency of what it had been before…. if not… well…. we would just have to give up on it….. trash it…… and wait till the next time we could get to the store and buy some more.

I have seen some “Master Pieces” of Clay …(the grown up version of Play-doh)!
I have seen some very “primitive pieces” as well!
I have seen some very “Odd pieces” that make you tilt your head and …… wonder….. !
I have seen some “useful pieces”….
I have seen “decorative pieces”
Who ever the Creator…. determined the outcome….. and by placing their name on it….  means they have deemed it worthy ….. valuable…..Theirs!

Isaiah 64:8 says:    We are the clay, you are the potter: we are all the work of your hand.

He has taken each of us …. individually…. and began to work on us.   Molding… and shaping… and reshaping us into that perfect “Master Piece” He deems worthy to place His Name on!
He has never made anything less than “perfect”
He has always taken special care and pride in His work!
Some are still in the process of completion…
Some are used for Mighty things….
Some are used for the seemingly trivial things…
But ALL are Worthy of placing His Name on!

YOU….  are Worthy of Placing HIS Name on….. YOU ….. are His    MASTER PIECE!!!

ROMANS   9  (The Message Bible)
20-33 Who in the world do you think you are to second-guess God? Do you for one moment suppose any of us knows enough to call God into question? Clay doesn’t talk back to the fingers that mold it, saying, “Why did you shape me like this?” Isn’t it obvious that a potter has a perfect right to shape one lump of clay into a vase for holding flowers and another into a pot for cooking beans? If God needs one style of pottery especially designed to show his angry displeasure and another style carefully crafted to show his glorious goodness, isn’t that all right? Either or both happens to Jews, but it also happens to the other people. Hosea put it well:
I’ll call nobodies and make them somebodys;  I’ll call the unloved and make them beloved. In the place where they yelled out, “You’re nobody!” they’re calling you “God’s living children.”

Isaiah maintained this same emphasis: If each grain of sand on the seashore were numbered and the sum labeled “chosen of God,” They’d be numbers still, not names; salvation comes by personal selection. God doesn’t count us; he calls us by name. Arithmetic is not his focus. Isaiah had looked ahead and spoken the truth: If our powerful God had not provided us a legacy of living children, We would have ended up like ghost towns, like Sodom and Gomorrah. How can we sum this up? All those people who didn’t seem interested in what God was doing actually embraced what God was doing as he straightened out their lives. And Israel, who seemed so interested in reading and talking about what God was doing, missed it. How could they miss it? Because instead of trusting God, they took over. They were absorbed in what they themselves were doing. They were so absorbed in their “God projects” that they didn’t notice God right in front of them, like a huge rock in the middle of the road. And so they stumbled into him and went sprawling. Isaiah (again!) gives us the metaphor for pulling this together:
Careful! I’ve put a huge stone on the road to Mount Zion, a stone you can’t get around. But the stone is me! If you’re looking for me, you’ll find me on the way, not in the way.

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