The Process 3-25-08

Because I was comfortable in my own skin I didnt want to move out of my comfort zone. I began to
compare my walk with God like the movement of a tortoise(with every step into to new or
unfamiliar territory I began to move forward but stick my head back into the shell as I listen to the
cries of many doubt filled thoughts). My spirit was crying out for change. However, little effort
was made on my behalf! I slowly began to put God in a box due to my limited expectations of him
which could be summed up to irreverence. (A lack of respect in my heavenly father who loved
me unconditionally).
I wanted a closer walk with Jesus- minus the process of suffering for the sake of the call on my life.
You know , kingdom business such as... laying hands on the sick and watching them recover, seeing
blind eyes suddenly open in the physical and the spiritual realm, and feeding the hungry and
destitute(the people that society had forgotten about or just walked by because they didnt want to
be bothered). Throughout, this Christian journey, God showed me that I had it all twisted! Instead of
me living from within (spirit), I was living from the outside (flesh). Like the man in the mirror
neglecting to focus on the image that was looking back at me. I wanted to do things my way!
Throughout this process, I discovered that it is useless for the clay to argue with the potter!
Paul encouraged Timothy to stir up the gift. But instead I was suffering from vitamin B deficiency
(BIBLE). As I lay sick in the spirit due to lack of exercising my spiritual limbs. Yes, youve guessed it I
needed a boost.On my bed of afflictions I began to sink deep into the old ways of doing; although
God said that he was going to do a new thing in me. As I cried out to Jesus to help my unbelief! I
expressed to him that nothing really matters if I didnt have a closer relationship with him. I knew
that I needed knowledge on how to use my spiritual keys so that I could gain access to all the
blessing that he had stored up for me. I was like a hungry child screaming for its mothers milk!
Yes, spiritual nourishment could only be given from the father! Like a dry patch, I needed to water
my spirit with the word. With every tear that rolled down my face, I began to feel a deep sense of
relief because in my mind I knew that the potter desired to put me back together again. However, I
needed wisdom to handle process so that I wouldnt have a negative reaction to every strike of the
chisel as God began to make me over.
As I tried to endure, it was hard to deal with the real me; you know the hidden things that would
surface to the top. Its hard to believe that with every shake my Godly characteristics are being
developed. This surely can be viewed as a quest to achieve spiritual maturity! God wants to
empower his people; however, a paradigm shift must take place. In closing, I must be sure to
remember to humble myself in order for his GLORY to come shining through.
Be blessed! Trinette Alicia Mason
Motivator: The Holy spirit!