Clay in the Hands of the
Potter
By: Hannah
Jane Saleeby
“We’re moving to Guatemala.” These four words changed my life. Until then, everything was normal. I was just a regular
11 year old, living an uneventful life, until April three years ago. My parents,
two sisters and I went to El Salvador and Guatemala on a trip. The day we got back, my parents told us the
news. My whole world just crumbled around me. My parents explained to us that
this had been on my dad’s heart for years.
It took me some persuasion, but
eventually the idea grew on me. After about a year, we started to pack. It was
a slow process and it required a few yard sales, a LOT less stuff, and a few
tears. Once we had peeled away a few layers of our
stuff, we were able to sell our house. It was on the market for a short time. I felt like we vacuumed and swept a million times a week. Once it sold, it
was official, we didn’t belong there anymore.
We belonged to a strange land, with a strange language, and a strange culture. It took me three years to finally realize that I don’t belong here on earth. My citizenship is in
heaven. I’m a stranger here. It doesn’t matter where I am, it’s simple, I
don’t belong. I’ve been sent here by my Father in heaven. He has me where
He wants me. Right now, that’s Guatemala,country most people probably have
never heard of.
Well, we finally moved on August 13th,
2017. I have been so blessed. I've rested in the hands of God and He
leads me safely through every trial.
Philippians 4:13
“I can do all things through Christ who
strengthens me”
Ephesians 2:19
“So then you are no longer foreigners and
strangers, but fellow citizens with saints, and members of God’s household,”
