For a few years now… I’ve taken time for regular massages… I know it sounds terribly bratty… but often… the time on the table… leads to lessons from Him… or a call to intercede for others…
At the beginning… when I first started going for massage therapy… it was very hard for me to relax… to rest in the work being done…
I kept trying to help… raise my arm… lift my back… turn my head…
The therapist continually reminded… Relax…
Making a connection to being pliable in His hands… I prayed for my spirit to be sensitive to His touch…
Relax…
Today on the table… I found I’ve learned to relax without being reminded… without fighting myself…
As she worked on arms… shoulders… back… neck… I didn’t try to help… no longer did she have to remind… Take a deep breath… Exhale…
I just was…
Thinking back… to the Potter and the clay… the desire to be malleable in His hands… it felt this was now more true than not…
I trust Him more and more… not balking… or stiffening… at a call to obey…
Feeling Him work His will through me… as I listen for His Spirit… follow… obey…
At least for this season… He and I… we’ve come to a place… where I allow Him to work on hard places in my heart… trust the pressing of His hands in my life… and relax…
It’s different…
An answer to prayer…
A revelation of growth… from the massage table…
But now, O Lord, you are our Father; we are the clay, and you are our potter; we are all the work of you hand.
Isaiah 64:8 ESV
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