It was recommended in my writerís group that we start blogs to build our platform. Mine is called Ears In The Cornfield which is something my mother used to say when us kids were around and she couldnít talk about certain things. It is not about writing and I havenít shared parts of my memoir, novel or devotional. Okay, maybe the devotional. I share about the events that inspire my writing and my mother who inspired my faith.
As for my platform? Itís not what I hoped for. I didnít have visions of grandeur or anything as if my blog would be the next Julie and Julia (the story of a woman who blogged her way through Julia Childís cookbook) but I did hope for more than I have. I have 11 followers. Yes, that is 2 digits. I post my blog on Facebook and get some readers that way but they donít become followers. I have thought of quitting. But Iím enjoying it. Besides when I think of quitting Iíll get a comment that says my post made that personís day. So now itís your turn to enjoy todayís post.
Back To The Glory Hole
My morning routine involves the morning news, coffee (notice I didn't say a cup) and whatever HGTV has to offer that day. This morning it was a re-run of That's Clever!
One of the featured artists was Jeff Price, a glass blower from my hometown of Santa Ana, California. Today he was making an ornament and he explained that the reheating chamber (a very hot furnace) was called the glory hole. As he worked on the piece he said that when the glass gets too cold to work with he has to take it back to the glory hole. He kept saying, ďBack to the glory hole.Ē
That got me to thinking. How often does my faith grow cold? Are the trials and heartache due to God putting me in His glory hole so He can work with me?
Jeff used a long pole to get the glass out of the furnace and to put it in the glory hole. He had to keep his distance because of the heat. But then he sat at his work bench with the glass right next to him as he shaped it with the jack.
When I am in the midst of a trial I feel as if God is distant. And when I realize he is working on me I am grateful that He'd care to put the effort into the hot mess that I am. I am grateful so I feel Him near. He is shaping me. I may have to go back and forth to the glory hole during the process but He IS Shaping Me.
When Jeff had finished shaping his piece and attached extra glass that he shaped into a hanger so the ornament could be put on display he put it in the annealing oven. This is an oven that allows the glass to be cooled slowly so it won't break.
It takes me time after a trial to really realize what God has done. I wonder about it all through the process and when the worst of it (the reheating) is over I am not always sure what has just happened. He brought me through and was with me during the process but for what purpose. Sometimes my heart is in the annealing oven longer than other times.
Oh, and I didn't even mention the torch Jeff used which is HOTTER than the glory hole. It is used to smooth the glass and bring out the color. All in all, Jeff put in alot of time in a hot studio to make one little ornament.
God is just as willing to patiently and skillfully work on little ol' me. He knows which oven to use and how much time is needed being reheated. He always picks up the right tool to shape me. And He knows how much frit (broken pieces of glass) and which colors to use to make the one of a kind ornament that is me. Hopefully I will display His glory.
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