May Your Word to Me Be Fulfilled

 I will offer You my grateful heart, for I am Your unique creation, filled with wonder and awe.
    You have approached even the smallest details with excellence;
    Your works are wonderful;
I carry this knowledge deep within my soul.
    You see all things; nothing about me was hidden from You
As I took shape in secret,
    carefully crafted in the heart of the earth before I was born from its womb.

You see all things;
    You saw me growing, changing in my mother’s womb;
Every detail of my life was already written in Your book;
    You established the length of my life before I ever tasted the sweetness of it.
Your thoughts and plans are treasures to me, O God! I cherish each and every one of them!
    How grand in scope! How many in number! 

(Psalm 139:14-17, The Voice)

 

 So I went down to the potter's house, and there he was working at his wheel. And the vessel he was making of clay was spoiled in the potter's hand, and he reworked it into another vessel, as it seemed good to the potter to do.

 

Then the word of the Lord came to me:“O house of Israel, can I not do with you as this potter has done? declares the Lord. Behold, like the clay in the potter's hand, so are you in my hand, O house of Israel. 

 (Jeremiah 18:3-6, ESV)

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“How will this be,” Mary asked the angel, “since I am a virgin?”

 

The angel answered, “The Holy Spirit will come on you, 

and the power of the Most High will overshadow you. 

So the holy one to be born 

will be called the Son of God. . . 

For no word from God will ever fail.” 

“I am the Lord’s servant,” Mary answered. 

 “May your word to me be fulfilled.” 

Then the angel left her.

(Luke 2:34-35, 37-38, NIV)

 

'I am his project' - those were the words on Mary Alice's bookmark, but they were the belief of her heart, too, and however great the problems in her life, He would continue to work on that project and bring the work to completion. 

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Paul, the Apostle, had a similar understanding and so he knew that though he was in Nero's prison he was not Nero's prisoner, but the prisoner of Christ Jesus. Any other arrest or imprisonment was irrelevant. A light shown in the cell.

 

In the late evening a believer looked over the day and was discouraged, but his Father spoke to comfort him. 

 

'In the early morning did you not bear your beloved ones on your heart? Did you not offer to Me every hour of the day, every touch on other lives, every letter to be written, everything to be done? As the hours passed over you, perhaps you did forget, but is it My custom to forget?  

Amy Carmichael  

 

Lord you never forget me, even though I often forget: I am your project. (Northumbria Aiden readings, Dec.10)