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pottery, beauty, and redemptive hope

  • May 14, 2007
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pottery, beauty, and redemptive hope

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The thing about being an artist is that sometimes you get stuck on something and you just can’t get past it until you’ve found some way of expressing it. Journaling helps, flow-charting, stuff like that – but sometimes, even if you’ve revisited an idea or a concept or an angle on something twenty times in conversation with the people from whom you’re looking for perspective, or with God, or with yourself – there’s still something to it that you know you’re just not seeing yet, and so you go back to the beginning again, start new conversations, or have new variations on old ones, until you get it right. It’s like a potter with a clay bowl that just isn’t shaping well, and so he mashes it down into a ball, gets it wet again, and starts all over.

I suppose that particular image is completely appropo – I feel like in some ways that is what God is doing with me. My life had shape, it was starting to feel like it might even be significant and useful, but something wasn’t shaping up right, and I am back to being a ball of messy, soggy, somewhat slimily disgusting yet oddly fascinating potters’ clay with unlimited potential but no real concept of what I’m going to be. My significance and usefulness are no less valid for the mashing – in the mind of the Potter, I will still become what He intends for me to be. I just need reshaping, I guess.

Being shaped is stressful. Too much stress in one area and I will collapse. Not enough in another, and things get lumpy. (More reason to give up my firm belief that ice cream is a food group and be a little more disciplined about eating veggies.) And yet God knows what He’s doing – and when it is finally time for me to become what He’s shaping me to be, I will become it, and the process, while stressful, will be positively so, and there will be a beauty to it that I can only imagine now.

I’ve always wanted to be Beauty – the kind, gracious princess who, in spite of her fears, risks everything for love and transforms the Beast – but I guess maybe, at least for this season, I see a little bit more of the Beast in myself. I’m not sure how I feel about that. But at least there’s redemptive hope: the Beast does experience unconditional love and transformation – and that is the story into which I get to live.

 

By Happy, May 14, 2007
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Meet Happy
Simple Felicity is, at its heart, a blog based on the unshakeable belief that happiness really isn't all that complicated. It's often found in the simplest of things: good food, good books, and good company. So those are the things I write about, along with a few other things that really matter to me, including faith and feminism. A bit about me: My name is Happy. I have an amazing talent for misplacing my keys, a deep appreciation for whomever looked at the coffee bean and thought, "Hey, I wonder what would happen if I roasted this?", and road trips to Michigan are pretty much my favorite.
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