I am a piece of clay in the Potter's Hands. He's molding and shaping me every day little by little. Sometimes He pushes hard. I don't always like it but I have to trust that He knows what He is doing. Sometimes He puts me in the fire to bake my clay. The fire also isn't a pleasant experience but He says I will see why when it is done.
Artwork: Nadine Fourie
My shape takes form slowly. Some days I see what the Potter is doing is good. Other days I don't see and I doubt... What are you doing Potter? I don't understand why? During those days I have to trust the Potter. My life is in His Hands. There is no point resisting. He knows what He is doing.
My Potter is the Maker of the Universe.
He created the stars and put them all into place.
He shaped the mountains, laid the foundations of the oceans and commanded the sun to shine.
He made the smallest ant and the biggest whale.
He says every hair on my head is counted.
He knows my every thought even before I have them.
My Potter is bigger than what I ever will be able to understand or imagine.
HE is the Almighty.
I trust You my Potter. At the moment I don't understand, but...
I
trust
You.
Nadine
Isaiah 64:8
"Yet you, LORD, are our Father. We are the clay, you are the potter; we are all the work of your hand."
Jeremiah 18:6
“Behold, like the clay in the potter’s hand, so are you in My hand, O house of Israel.
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