I know that God hears me every time I pray, but does He answer me in the way I want or expect? Not always, but I know He hears me just the same.
I am comforted when I remember God knows what’s best for me. He hears my prayers. He knows what’s on my heart (Psalm 139:1-4). He sees everything that’s going on in my life. He helps me because He loves me, and I am His creation.
God is the potter, and I am the clay that He can shape into anything He wants (Isaiah 29:16). I want Him to do what’s best with my life. I realize that I don’t always know what’s best for me, but He always does. I can trust my Creator with my life. When I seek to follow Him, He will help me make the most of every opportunity (Ephesians 5:15-17).
God is not deaf to my prayers, and He hears me every time I call to Him. He is always with me, and He provides comfort and strength (2 Corinthians 1:3-4; Ephesians 3:16-21). He helps me every time I call to Him, even in ways I don’t see.
God knows what’s best for me, and I call to Him when I’m in need because I know my Creator loves me. • Bethany Acker
• Do you pray when you’re in need? Do you forget it’s an option? Do you sometimes not want to pray?
• What do you like or dislike about the mental picture of God as the potter and us as the clay?
• Once we’ve put our trust in Jesus, His Holy Spirit lives in us and molds us to become more and more like Jesus—strong, loving, compassionate, wise, etc. (Romans 8:29; Galatians 5:22-25). How does it make you feel to know that God is the One working in us (2 Corinthians 3:17-18; Philippians 1:6)?
And yet, O Lord, you are our Father. We are the clay, and you are the potter. We all are formed by your hand. Isaiah 64:8 (NLT)
Read Verses:
Matthew 8:5-13; Luke 5:1-11; John 2:1-11
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