I am in the loving hands of the Potter, being carefully molded and re-molded into His image. He's sanding off the burrs and softening the edges. He's buffing the surface to reflect His glory not mine. He is the Potter, I am but the clay.
I'm sitting here finishing out another day in IMU (the hole) while writing you. There's no valid reason for me being here so I'm assuming God had work for me to do here. An empty cell with nothing but a bible and a lot of quiet time, I have been spending my abundant hours praying and reading God's word. I have been here 7 days and am already halfway through and even hoping I stay long enough to finish this will be my second time through in less than three years (the Bible not IMU).
Although most here in IMU (it's full haha) would probably not agree, it's been very enjoyable. I have my own cell; private throne (haha); a Bible; and a view of the deer grazing in the field every night. Too often I fail to see all the blessings around me because my heart is set on self instead of God. "To whom much is give, much is required." I have been greatly blessed in here and am preparing for whatever I will be called to do.
My prayers are with my brother and his wife as they strive to finish their house remodel and prepare for the mission field. My heart is lifted and brightened because of your continued obedience to the Lord in all your ways. May I be such a faithful servant. Thanks also to Annie, Linda, and Mom for your timely letters this week as they added to my smiles. Til next time I love you all and you never leave my thoughts and prayers.
Jeff