Molded

But now, O LORD, thou art our father; we are the clay, and thou our potter; and we all are the work of thy hand. ‭‭Isaiah 64:8 KJV‬‬

I remember hearing someone say, once upon a time, some time ago, “We mold children by the words of our mouths.”

I used to believe that.

Then, I found myself in several situations where I was seemingly molded by the words of others. And by molded I mean not only was I being held to expectations known/unknown, realistic/unrealistic.. But I was also being molded into person that others wanted me to be. I was being molded to fit a role that others wanted me to play.

I was being molded into someone else. Someone other than me. Someone other than who God was molding me to be.

How exhausting!

When we get to a place where we care more about what others think about us than what God thinks, we’re in a dangerous place.

When we’re in a place where we try to mold others into who we want them to be more than who God created them to be, we’re in a dangerous place.

I tried, boy did I try, to be the person that someone wanted me to be. I was neither true to myself, or to who God created me to be. But I tried. In the end, after the dysfunction and the dissatisfaction, I chose God. And I choose Him again and again, every single time!

No more will I ever fit a role that is contrary to the woman God continues to mold me into. Never again will I try to fit the mold of the world or anyone in it. I will choose Christ, every time. I will allow Him to mold me each time.

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