I don’t want to be shaped into what God wants. I want to throw pots. I don’t want to be made into a pot.
Yet you, LORD, are our Father. We are the clay, you are the potter; we are all the work of your hand.
I want to be angry.
I don’t want to be molded into a woman who always has the fruit of the spirit. Love, joy, peace, patience, kindness, gentleness, faithfulness.. The list I just typed I remembered from memory. I will have to look up the other fruit. The words that come of my mouth do not want to be kind today.
22 But the fruit of the Spirit is love, joy, peace, forbearance, kindness, goodness, faithfulness,23 gentleness and self-control. Against such things there is no law.
Well, it looks like the fruit I couldn’t remember were goodness and self-control. It would not be good if I threw a pot. The pot, made of two layers of 18/10 stainless steel, might dent the floor and the anger would scare my children. I will have self-control. I will not throw the pot. I will control my tongue and not speak harshly.
God you made me. Why am I angry? Why do I feel so overwhelmed? I have no joy. I do not want to be gentle or kind.
The best place to deal with anger is on my knees. And to God I pray, “God forgive me for my rebellion. I hate being told what to do, even if it is for my benefit. Help me to speak kindly and to learn to be wise. I am often the fool.”
A fool gives full vent to his anger, but a wise man keeps himself under control.
My friend once said to me, “If you feel overwhelmed, find a broom and sweep.” I will go and sweep.
Are you a fool? Can you control your anger or do you throw pots?
Well, I doubt anyone wants to admit they throw pots. However, I really would like to pray for you.