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Captivated...

              The Potter's Hand
Beautiful Lord, Wonderful savior
I know for sure all of my days are held in your hands
Crafted into your perfect plans

You gently called me into your presence
Guiding me by Your Holy Spirit
Teach me dear Lord to live all of my life
Through your eyes

I'm captured by your holy calling
Set me apart. I know you're drawing me to yourself
lead me, Lord. I pray

Oh Take me, mold me, use me, fill me
I give my life to the potter's hand

Oh Call me, guide me, lead me, walk beside me
I give my life to the potter's hand

You gently call me into your presence
Guiding me by your holy spirit
Teach me dear lord to live all of my life through your eyes

I'm captured by your holy calling
Set me apart. I know you're drawing me to yourself
lead me, Lord. I pray

Oh Take me, mold me, use me, fill me
I give my life to the potter's hand

Oh Call me, guide me, lead me, walk beside me
I give my life to the potter's hand
                                           ~by Hillsong

Wow.  This song.  It reminds me that I must allow myself to be taken by the Lord in every way.  To be molded by His plan rather than my own plan.  To be used by Him.  To be filled by Him.  The line that grabs my attention and calls out to me most is "I'm captured by your holy calling...."  

How I long to be totally and completely captured by the Father, to be totally captivated by Him, so that anyone around me will be able to see Jesus in me without my even having to speak one word.   Besides having my family be totally captivated by the love of God and to have such an inexplicable relationship with Him - that is my heart's desire.....to be totally captivated by my Father. 

How ashamed I am that I let my flesh take control of me at times.  Who am I kidding?....most of the time.  How ill-equipped I am for a life interrupted!  How I let a change of agenda throw me off and thrust me into a whirlspin of bended knee and raised requests to my Father.  It just reminds me, and ashamedly so, that I have not been seeking Him in a manner becoming of one who claims to be His daughter. 

But that's what life's interruptions are all about anyway, right?  To be thrust into the One whose arms we jumped out of in the first place.  The One Who is just waiting on us to follow the plan that has already been laid out for us.  Who am I anyway that anyone should care about my plans?  What good is my agenda to anyone?  It's no good at all.  My one life to live is a life to live only for HIS glory....not for my gain...not for my approval ... not for my happiness or comfort.

How undeserving I am of His unconditional love.  How extremely thankful I am for it. 

If only I would remember that His plan is there for the taking.
If only I would be thou His vision.

I want His eyes so I can see His vision.
I want His heart for the ones who are lowly at heart and broken.
I want to be His hands and His feet so that I can help carry out His plan and walk down the same path, most definitely not one that is my own path to pave.
I want to love like He loves.

Thank you, Lord, for drawing me to you.  I pray that I will always willfully respond.


If only I would allow myself
to be totally captivated by Him.

That is my heart's desire.

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