Many of us have stories to tell…Many years ago I stood as a very skinny and perplexed young girl as I watched a panel beater (as they call them), use all sort of tools to hit my favorite red car. My dad was found of taking me to the mechanics anytime he went there (I never understood why he didn’t take my brothers).
Oh well! I think I understand, I was supposed to learn some lessons, plus the bible always referred to both male and female as men, so maybe in my house it was same! In fact recently a lady banker saw me topping the oil in my dad’s car and was so surprised. The fact that I grew up with boys even influenced my decision to studying engineering and at the end of the day I ended up being referred to as a guy by my male counterparts! As a matter of fact all engineering girls were referred to as guys!
Back to my story! I tugged at my father’s hand innocently and asked my dad “Daddy why are they beating the car” can’t really remember his response, but I guess he must have said “Wait and see”. At a point the man started using sand paper. I just couldn’t take it again!
I wasn’t there when the car was hit but I just couldn’t help but think of the man…Why did he have to hit my dad? Finally my dad dragged me away from the car, all the way home…Did I tell you I kept on disturbing him with questions all the while!
I didn’t want to leave I wanted to stay by the side of my red car. I dressed up very well as we were to come pick up the car the next day (I think I did). On getting to the workshop, there was a look of alarm on my face “Daddy where is my car” I always thought the car was mine after all it was for my dad. When dad laughed and pointed to a strange looking car
Wow! I exclaimed. I thought the car was strange because it looked very new, almost like the day my dad brought it home. In fact to me it looked better. I looked at my dad and probably said “When can we do this again” and he probably gave me a reply like “Any time we get knocked in the back”
2 Corinthians 4:8(msg) We’ve being surrounded and battered by troubles, but we are not demoralized; we are not sure what to do; but we know that God Knows what to do; we’ve been spiritually terrorized, but God hasn’t left our side; we’ve been thrown down, but we haven’t broken.
Exciting! Life may have dealt you some few knocks, and like me you may have asked plenty questions when God is only trying to bend you back into shape, but I have no doubt that you would be restored better than new! After all he is the manufacturer and the best panel beater ever. I read once in an article that a potter breaks the clay when it’s not taking the shape he had in mind and moulds it again. Didn’t get to name this article so please help out, what name do you think suits this article best, and it will be used.
Check this article called “The Potter’s Touch”
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