Joni and Friends 19 November 2021 | In the Potter’s Hands

Joni and Friends 19 November 2021Joni and Friends 19 November 2021 | Daily Devotional | Friday Message

Topic: In the Potter’s Hands

Today’s Scripture: “‘Go down to the potter’s house, and there I will give you my message.’ So I went down to the potter’s house, and I saw him working at the wheel. But the pot he was shaping from the clay was marred in his hands; so the potter formed it into another pot, shaping it as seemed best to him.” – Jeremiah 18:1-4

Message: On November 19, 1991, Cathe Chermesino was running down South Street, trying to make it to Calvary Baptist School before the late bell rang. On the surface she had it all. She was a beautiful, talented thirteen-year-old who possessed YMCA swimming medals, not to mention a beautiful singing voice. When she ran across the street, she was hit by a fast-moving car and thrown into the air. Immediately Cathe became totally paralyzed.

Cathe now goes to school sitting rigid and upright in a bulky wheelchair. She breathes through a ventilator and has to carefully mouth her words so others can lip-read.

On the first anniversary of her accident, she gave her testimony at her church. “I’m like the potter’s clay,” she said. “I’m being reshaped into something that I believe will be far better. What looks harmful for me will actually turn out to be good. Before the accident I was an awful snob, but now God has given me an inner peace. I’m giving my voice a rest until I get to heaven.”

Her mother looked lovingly at her daughter and added, “Cathe needs just two things to make it through. A lot of prayer and a little bit of oxygen.”

Recently I wrote Cathe and gave her a verse from Deuteronomy 31:8, “The Lord himself goes before you and will be with you; he will never leave you nor forsake you. Do not be afraid; do not be discouraged.”

Prayer: Lord, if you can help Cathe to rise above her circumstances, I know that with your grace I will rise above mine.

Joni and Friends 19 November 2021 is taken from Diamonds in the Dust – By Joni Eareckson Tada