"Hardened clay is brittle and easily damaged. If dropped, it can fracture into a thousand pieces... Dropped wax, it only bends from the pressure of the fall. Impressionable and pliable, it can quickly be remolded.
People are like that. People who are hardened in their resolve against God are brittle, their emotions are easily damaged. But those who bend to the will of God find perfect expression in however God molds them.
The same sun that hardens the clay, melts the wax. There is no change or variation in the sun itself. It's just the way the clay or wax responds.
Trials and sufferings will harden some just like breakable clay, baking in resentment and bitterness. The same circumstances can melt others, teaching them endurance. The trials have no value or intrinsic meaning in themselves. It's the way we respond to those trials that makes all the difference." Joni E. Tada
People are like that. People who are hardened in their resolve against God are brittle, their emotions are easily damaged. But those who bend to the will of God find perfect expression in however God molds them.
The same sun that hardens the clay, melts the wax. There is no change or variation in the sun itself. It's just the way the clay or wax responds.
Trials and sufferings will harden some just like breakable clay, baking in resentment and bitterness. The same circumstances can melt others, teaching them endurance. The trials have no value or intrinsic meaning in themselves. It's the way we respond to those trials that makes all the difference." Joni E. Tada
That says a lot to me. I want to be pliable like the wax. I have also heard that we are like a sponge. When you are squeezed what comes out? Is it faith and pliableness and sweetness? Or is it fear, and ugliness and brittleness?
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