Touching the Spirit

Every new path Father has taken me down in my life time has grown me in ways I would not have foretold. When I became a mother for the first time I tapped into a deeper understanding of the sacrifice my parents gave to allow me to grow . I learned to love them in ways I never had before. I also realized a depth of God's love for humanity by giving birth to that helpless life; that literally wiped out my microscopic understanding I had before the experience of children. Now I have a solid glimpse at His love for me. I am his daughter, his baby girl. How could I ever question his love for me or his attention to my life and all it's details?
A few years ago I took a pottery class that again opened my eyes to the hand of God. Every move with the finger tips and the grace and attention to shaping that lump of potential bound clay....I would travel home spellbound by the image of that spinning wheel in my mind and think about the instructors dance with the earth asking it to grow, not pushing it too far or the clay would crack and fall apart but coaxing it to move and change shape into what it would become. So like us with Father....he pushes us to change, sometimes we think we will crack under pressure, we feel the expansion of every fiber of our being under the weight of what He asks of us but trusting we walk toward the growth the change sometimes even fearful as humans are prone to be,but then at the end, the creation emerges lovely or plain but perfect because He has made us so..... Each pot very different and beautiful ....set for varied purposes in the house..... but all useful.......
As I practice my sessions of Therapy....again something is downloaded into my soul. This compassion for humanity. Almost like Father is looking through my eyes and touch to the person laying before me vulnerable. There have been times in class when I would see the scars or the hurts of wounded ones and know His absolute love for that person. I touch a vessel but God touches their spirit. I work with beautiful hands and I see the perfectly shaped fingers, I see the sweet faces I picture them as children before the King of Glory how He cares for them. It is impossible to touch someone without touching their spirit. Knowing you are dealing with the same vessel that has carried them from birth to one day their death that houses the spirit . I find myself in this holy awe of a profession that would allow me such honor. Even I have been amazed at how deeply this season has affected me. One of my instructors said I would leave changed. Now I understand why.