I remember in art class I was forming a clay cup with my hands. About half way through it jumped back about 6 inches, looked up at me and said, “are you sure you know what you are doing? I think I should stay looking like this”. I replied, “no, I’m not finished…you don’t even have a handle and your top is uneven…trust me.” But the half finished clay coffee cup said, “nahhh, im good” and journeyed off the table. I still love my coffee cup, even though it’s not quite finished…
Just kidding. Actually, after thinking about it, I did finish that coffee cup, and I’m glad to know it never lost faith in me – and it’s awesome! Last time I checked it was on display at my mom’s house. 😀
Lord, I am yours to form and to mold. As long as I am breathing, I know you are doing a work in me. May I never get in the way of that, and always trust you.
Yet you, LORD, are our Father. We are the clay, you are the potter; we are all the work of your hand.