melted, molded and filled for use

 Monday, March 30, 2026 (6:04 a.m.)

Blessed, Holy God,

I used the word “prickly” in describing myself yesterday. It’s a downgrade from the wild irritation I have been feeling here of late. Thank You for that Lord.

Yes. Thank You for the change of focus from all over which I have no control. Weather. Traffic. Other people’s thoughts and actions. 

I look to You Dearest Dad. Asking (Matthew 7:7a) You to continue Your work in melting, molding, filling and using me as only You know is best.

As prickly and tossed around as I have felt these past many weeks I realize I keep looking outside of myself for what will settle me back to a more even keel. I experience momentary senses of balance only to be easily tipped again. “Wobbly” could well be another adequately descriptive word.

Mm. I keep coming back to the water’s edge in my mind. The uncontrolled crashing of waves. Turns of the tide. Even ripples as currents change. None of which can be controlled by our own will.

Yet it can often be managed. Even enjoyed.

(6:40 a.m.)

Father God, I want desperately to live this day in, with, by, through and for the ♪Spirit of the Living God fall[ing] afresh on me♪ Melt, mold, fill and use me as You see fit.

Thinking back to my prickliness I searched “porcupines in water” and learned that they swim. I found that watching videos of them exploring water calmed my soul.

Father, thank You for reminding me that even though there are a myriad of things over which I have zero control, I can always choose to look to You. Asking You for guidance. Seeking Your kingdom (Matthew 6:33). Knocking on the doors You want to open for me (Luke 11:9-10).

I heard it said yesterday that it's okay to wrestle with You. It seems that is what I have been doing recently. Thank You for this privilege.

Thank You for the opportunity of being honest with You. Thank You for the reminders of the times I have struggled with capsizing in bodies of water. Getting righted, only to tip again.

Thank You that some of those experiences were more fun than others. Many were even exhausting. Thank you for allowing me to learn something valuable in each process.

Just like now. Irritations seem to be coming fast and furiously. Teach me all I need to know in welcoming, rather than attempting to fight them every step of the way.

Thank You Father. I love, need, trust and seriously want Your presence in every single choice I make today. Use me exactly as You know is best. Praise You. Amen.

(447 words ~ 7:26 a.m.)