But we have this treasure in jars of clay to show that this all-surpassing power is from God and not from us. ~ 2 Corinthians 4:7 NIV
I am the clay.
Endless potential, but not in my own hands.
Only in His.
He is the Potter.
The One who will shape me.
The Potter is making me into something He can use.
When I resist, I am hard and rocky, rough-edged – not useful for anything.
If left on my own, my boundaries would be shaped by my way, my plan, my ambition.
If I decide to be a bowl, giving no thought to the Potter, I will twist and warp myself into a very sorry, misshapen bowl, formed by my own ideas, worth nothing.
I do not have the hands of the Potter, the unlimited design skills and intricate plans He alone possesses.
Only when I offer to Him the clay that I am, can He knead and bend and shape me into a vessel He can use.
Everything that happens to me in this life is part of His molding process.
Sometimes He’s deeply kneading me and then decisively throwing me on the potter’s wheel to get rid of my cold, hard, sharp places.
But sometimes His touch is gentle, soulful, as He carefully smooths out my rough spots, while protectively guarding the unique shape He’s forming.
Both the tough and the tender are necessary, if I want to be a useable vessel of worth.
For this is His best.
This, the only way.
Because He is the Potter.
And I am the clay.
For we are God’s handiwork, created in Christ Jesus to do good works, which God prepared in advance for us to do. ~ Eph. 2:10 NIV
Today is a GOOD day!
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