Jeremiah 18: 1-4 the word which came to Jeremiah from the Lord, saying: “Arise and go down to the potter’s house, and there I will cause you to hear My words.” Then I went down to the potter’s house, and there he was, making something at the wheel. And the vessel that he made of clay was so marred in the hand of the potter; so he made it again into another vessel, as it seemed good to the potter to make. NKJV
In January, I went to a conference called Movement 2020. It was a blessing to gather in the new year with fellow believers and to see God move. Many beautiful things happened that week. Among them, I met this girl named Emily. (And no, I don’t mean myself. I literally met another girl named Emily)
Earlier in the day before I met Emily, I was in a breakout session. I practically beared my soul to almost perfect strangers, as I shared my dream of attending BSSM. Conferences are strange. They are almost like another dimension that is fueled by common ground and lots of coffee. Everywhere you turn there is somebody ready to make fast friends, and in the end you will probably never see them again.
There I am, making fast friends with my breakout group, and one of the girls prophecys Jeremiah 18 over my life. She said that many times, we are called to go to the potter’s hosue before God reveals the whole plan or prophecy.
To be totally honest, I was only half listening. “Yeah that’s great, but it would be better if you could give me something more specific” I thought in my head. In hindsight, I realize that I need to work on relishing the simpler things.
Later that evening, I’m at the main session in a big room that is full of roughly two thousand people. The whole room is milling about and there is a lot of anticipation for the next session. I was at my seat, and the girl from the breakout session finds me and says that there is someone that she wants me to meet. She leads me over to her row of friends, and at the very end is Emily.
Turns out Emily is potter and works with clay. She had made a necklace weeks ago, and the Lord had told her to give it to someone at the conference.
“God told me this was for you” she said as she handed me this beautiful necklace of a little clay pot wrapped in wire. I was so overcome with the love these girls and the Lord were showing me. They all wished me well on my journey to California and I walked away beaming.
God prepared that moment to dote on me in the simplest way. A little clay pot to hang around my neck to remind me that He is faithful, and that He believes in me. All I have to do is take the next step.
I am so thankful for Emily’s obedience. I have held on to her gift, and in some of my weaker moments, it has helped me to believe for greater miracles and gifts. If God cares enough to give me a necklace, He will provide all the way through my life.
I am sitting here right now with the necklace around my neck, and I am so thankful to have a literal representation of God’s goodness. It is nice to have the physical reminder when I have reached the end of my limit and the world is crumbling. Sometimes, we have to walk down to the potter’s house to understand the prophecy. Don’t forget to take that first step.
From me to you,