Humble and Contrite

Is. 66:1-2

"Heaven is my throne, and the earth my footstool, what is the house that you would build for me, and what is the place of my rest? All these things my hand has made and so all these things came to be, declares the Lord, but this is the one to whom I will look; he who is humble and contrite in spirit and trembles at my word."

God has stated it so clearly and succinctly. What can man do for Me? Nothing. Nothing that I make for Him or offer to Him is of any significance since He  was the Creator of all. His splendor far outweighs anything that I could conceive or make. Yet, He does desire something from me: humility, contrition of heart, and trembling at His word.  He desires me to live like I know and recognize Him as the God that He is, a God of holiness, righteousness, and majesty. He desires me to be soft and pliable so that He might make me into something that honors Him. "But now O Lord, You are my Father, I am the clay, and You are my potter, I am totally the work of Your hands." He desires my dependence and submission. Sounds simple, but not so! Even though I make messes and things go awry, I have a penchant for my own way. Human nature and sin rooted in my heart deceives me into believing that I know better. But in truth, I know nothing. My best option is to be His clay, moved and shaped by Him and Him alone. No one else or world system should shape my clay, only God the Creator of my clay. It is then that I am humble, contrite, and feasting on His Word.

Father,

Keep my heart soft to You. Mold me into a contrite and humble servant one that constantly is feasting and focusing on Your words.

In Jesus name,

Amen