The Potter's Touch

I am a believer, believing I have been conformed to the likeness of Christ. I have taken hold of God's principles, His promises and precepts. His word is my Light and His light is my guide. I follow Him all the days of my life. I have always loved the Lord thy God. Growing up with two Spirit-filled parents, my home was one of genuine and sincere love. My parents' love ran deep and and just like Jesus, they implanted seeds within my spirit that grew in abundance. There was a great harvest in our home, with words of love spoken and demonstrated that I will forever treasure, embrace and will always apply to my life. Those words, like God's word have been an everlasting and true cornerstone in my life, written upon the table of my heart. My parents were the nicest, the most sincere and genuine human beings that ever breathed. My neighborhood family loved spending time in our home because of the warmth that surrounded them the second they stepped into our home. My home was a house, but Jesus, my mother and father made it our home. The aroma of highly nutritious and delicious foods could be inhaled and truly permeated almost every room in our home. Upon us sitting at the table to partake of my mother's cooking, she prepared the best dinners in all the world, I can clearly see my mother making our plates and then sitting down only after her husband, my daddy and her babies were fed. You could taste her love as it warmed my soul and gave energy to an ever-growing little girl. My mother's home made biscuits that she baked on Sunday mornings along with her famous Salmon cakes that complimented her mouth-watering biscuits were a special treat for us. Her caramel pound cake that melted in my mouth before it had a chance to lay completely on my tongue was amazingly delicious. My mother was a stay-at-home mother in every sense of the meaning. She worked in the home laundering our clothes, cooking, washing, sewing and helping me with my homework. I became an outstanding speller because my mother would go over my spelling words with me a hundred times five nights a week so it seemed. I remember sitting at the desk one evening and trying desperately to spell the word FATHER. For some reason, I just could not this word correctly. My mother would become upset each and every time I spelled the word father wrong. She'd become so agitated whenever I spelled that word wrong that she'd be forced to hit my hand. I think she thought that I was not focused or not trying my best to spell the word father right, but I was and I wanted to spell the word right more than she wanted me to spell it correctly. At the last attempt to spell father correctly, wah lah, I got it and from that point forward, my spelling words just rolled off my tongue with no problem; it was a miracle; I became a straight A spelling student. Math on the other hand was another story in itself. And now, here I am; grown with a family of my own. Love is what makes our house a home. With each and every one of us owning a different personality, we respect one another, we love one another and we have been closely knitted together; we are so close that no one can come between us. I cook, I bake and I am over joyed to hear my family say how incredible my food tastes. Like my mother, I try to be a phenomenal mother and human being and like my father, I try to give the best advice that I can and I feel that I do because my advice comes from the indwelling of the Holy Spirit who speaks to my heart. My father has moved; his new address is Heaven. My mother still resides in the house that she and my father so proudly made a home. I thank God for my mommy and daddy. I have yet to meet anyone like them. They remind me of Jesus in so many ways; warmth, peace, joy, laughter and hope in addition to words of encouragement inspired and motivated me to always do the right thing and I pray the same for my children. I feared the Lord because I feared my parents. I had been shaped by four hands that had been blessed by the Potter's Touch. To God be the Glory!