“But now, O LORD, You are our Father; we are the clay, and You our potter; and all we are the work of Your hand.“  Isaiah 64:8

When an artist paints a picture, or a composer writes a song, there is a finished product. Think of your favorite song or a favorite painting in your home, or in an art museum or gallery. The idea was conceived, the work was mastered, and the product was brought to completion.

I ask myself sometimes, what is God, the Master artist, doing with me? What is He making, shaping, moulding, out of me?  Why can’t I see the finished product?

Because I am not a finished product. He is still working on me. I am clay and He is the potter. I am clay…in His hands.

And having lived for many years now, I have learned that He does not work in a hurry.

I have also learned that much of the time it is an invisible work He is doing, work I wish I could more easily see, but that would be my impatience showing. He’s working on that in me, too.

I am His workmanship, on the potter’s wheel, and I am being changed. He is still working on me. The Creator of the universe—who spoke into existence a whole world and its expansive heavens—is working on me!  In His hands, the hands of the Potter, I am being made beautiful.

By Kathy Cheek
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“See, I have refined you, though not as silver; I have tested you in the furnace of affliction” Isaiah 48:10 (NIV)

“Stop that!” yelled the lump of clay as the Potter pounded and kneaded and squeezed it.
But the Potter said, “Not yet.”
Then the wheel spun and the clay grew dizzy.
“Let me off!” she yelled.  But the Potter said, “Not yet.”
Three times the Potter painted the clay and baked her in a hot oven.
“Stop, please!  I can’t take any more!” screamed the clay.
Then, when all seemed hopeless, the Potter removed her from the oven.

Instead of the lump, there sat a gorgeous vase, brilliantly painted and decorated with gold.

Dear one, Christ is the Potter and knows what each clay requires to come out shining.
It sometimes takes much heat.  He knows because He too suffered.

So trust and worship Him.  Wait until you see the glorious, shining future He has in store for you!

By Vonette Bright

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