Strife

“Woe to him who strives with him who formed him,
a pot among earthen pots!
Does the clay say to him who forms it, ‘What are you making?’
or ‘Your work has no handles’?
(Isaiah 45:9 ESV)

Every rock, ocean, cloud, butterfly, tiger, mountain….all of God’s creatures majestically and obediently serve the One for whom they were created. Yet, man – His beloved creation made in His image….man has the audacity to stare his Creator in the face and dare to claim that we could do better.

I have been striving with him who formed me, recently. So many times over the past few days, and weeks even, I have found myself bombarding my prayers with questions of God’s sovereignty, His will,  His goodness, and, ultimately, His character. How often I have thought, “God, are you sure about this? What are you thinking? Why do you have me here?,” in the midst of speculations that my way would have been better.

Then I encountered Isaiah 45, and conviction hit me right in the gut. Just as the clay does not ask, “what are you making?,” so it is not for me to know the ways and the working of God in a situation. Why should He explain Himself to me? Would I have God answer to me? Would He not then cease to be God if I expected Him to submit His thoughts to me? And as the clay does not state, “your work has no handles,” so it is not for me to correct my Potter. Do I really believe I could do it better?  I have seen the work of my hands and it generally leads to heartache. So why am I compelled to tell God He’s got it wrong this time? When has that ever been true?

I don’t know what has prompted this rebellion in my heart and mind but I pray that God would pour out mercy on me anew. Because it really is woe for her who strives with her Maker.

I’m the creation, You’re the Creator. I am imperfect, but You’re the Redeemer. And I’m filled with questions, but You are the Answer. I am a sinner, but You’re my Savior. And You are the One for me, and I belong to You. — Mandi Mapes