I was putty in her hands, turning into a wet noodle when she slowly massaged my sore and aching muscles. Oh, how I needed this after the stressful week at work! She picked up my arm and rubbed from shoulder to fingertips. I didn’t resist. I didn’t pull back. I allowed her to move my arms, legs and neck in any direction she wished, in order to do her job. She was a professional masseuse, and knew what she was doing.
Next, she worked on the hard knots in my shoulders, and the stiffness in my neck. Her knuckles kneaded into my skin. Deeper and deeper she pushed, trying to loosen my tight muscles. As uncomfortable as this was, I knew I would be more flexible afterward.
The Lord has been working on me too. Kneading into my strong will, trying to break the knots of resistance I have; the resistance to doing His will. I push against Him, causing stress and tension in my life.
Cease striving, He tells me. Let Me do My work in you. Be flexible…your way is not THE way.
I tend to rush ahead, focused on my “to-do” list, and what I want to accomplish. With my head down, I hurry along, checking things off the list. I have tunnel vision, missing the fine details around me. I can’t even see that life is passing me by in a blur.
“Wherever you are, be all there.” Jim Elliot
Barreling forward, head hanging down so as not to be distracted, I feel the kinks forming in my neck and shoulders. I am tired, working in my own strength. I need to stretch. So I look up.
Looking up to Christ stretches and eases the tension in my body. I relax and allow Him to move me any direction He wishes. I let Him rub out the rough spots in me, molding and shaping me into a better likeness of Him. I surrender to a deeper dependance on Him.
When I am putty in Christ’s hands, He shapes me.
Day by day, I become more pliable in His hands. When I cease striving, stop working against Christ, He uses me. He allows me to join Him in His work, doing His will. I am what He makes me to be.
“Still, God, you are our Father. We’re the clay and you’re our potter: All of us are what you made us.” Isaiah 64:8 MSG
Lord, may we all be putty in Your hands, moldable into Your likeness, doing Your will. In Jesus name, Amen
Are you letting Christ knead out your resistance?
Until next week,