Outpourings of the Heart Number Ten – Fearfully and Wonderfully Made

By John Fulton

Creator of all things,

Before anything was, before time was time, in the unfathomable, inexpressible vastness of eternity, You picked up a lump of clay and fashioned me upon Your pattern wheel.

You did not fashion me chaotically, for You had a plan in mind – a purpose to fulfill, for there was a need for a specific kind of vessel for a moment when time would be time.

You shaped me; You formed me; You fired me in Your kiln; You set me upon a shelf to be used as You saw fit.

-Selah-

In the fullness of time, You whispered to me upon Your shelf. “Do not be troubled. Let not the dust that has gathered on you drive you to grief, for I have a purpose for you. You are a chosen vessel to guide my people.”

You spoke to me; You handled me with love and care; You wiped off the dust and said, “Be ready. You will lead my people.”

You took me to Your finishing room; You picked up Your paintbrush; You decorated me until I was a wonder to behold; You etched Your name upon me and said, “Soon, soon you will teach and preach and guide. I have purposed it, and none shall thwart it. There is nothing left to be said, for soon you will act, and it will be.”

-Selah-

I lie upon Your mantle finished and polished, a vessel of honor.

Before anything was, before time was time, You formed me for this time.

You created me for a purpose; You fashioned me with love and care; You added the finishing touches to Your delight. #purpose #loved

You have purposed; soon it shall be, for You are Mighty and Majestic, and there are none who can oppose Your will.

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*Image by Lubos Houska from Pixabay

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