I received a devotional book as a birthday gift from my parents during my first "official" tour. Well, my first tour ever. A twelve city tour with the amazing Nichole Nordeman in 2005. The book was Mocha with Max, a collection of thoughts from Max Lucado and to this day it is one of the most focusing little books I frequent. This morning I read an entry I'd read a thousand times before, but today it was different:
"One of God's cures for a weak faith? A good, healthy struggle. Several years ago our family visited Colonial Williamsburg, a re-creation of eighteenth-century America in Williamsburg, Virginia. If you ever visit there, pay special attention to the work of the silversmith. The craftsman places a ingot of silver on an anvil and pounds it with a sledgehammer. Once the metal is flat enough for shaping, into the furnace it goes. The worker alternately heats and pounds the metal until it takes the shape of a tool he can use.
Loud sirens, silent phones.
Did you know that the smith in silversmith comes from the old English word smite? Silversmiths are accomplished smiters. So is God. Once the worker is satisfied with the form of his tool, he begins to planish and pumice it. Using smaller hammers and abrasive pads, he taps, rubs and decorates. And no one stops him. No one yanks the hammer out of his hand and says, "Go easy on that silver. You've pounded enough!" No, the craftsman buffets the metal until he is finished with it. Some silversmiths, I'm told, keep polishing until they can see their face in the tool. When will God stop with you? When He sees His reflection in you. "
Thank God for His timely words. I want God to see His reflection when He looks at me.
ps. Michael ate like a champ again this morning. :)