The Potter

"Yes you, LORD, are our Father. We are the clay, you are the potter; we are all the work of your hand." Isaiah 64:8

Grayson and I were working on making clay pots for school, as we talked about in bible times how people had to fetch their water everyday. As we attempted to make these pots...we had quite a difficult time, we would work a little and get a hole, or make it too flimsy it would collapse, or just plain didn't like it. As we continued working the clay, Isaiah 64:8 came into my head. He and I talked about how God is constantly molding us. Filling in our holes, making us a little sturdier, reshaping us when we get bent out of shape. What a beautiful image I had as I watched my son shape his clay with such care...the image of God doing just that way to us. The care Grayson gave his clay doesn't even come close to the love and care our Heavenly Father has when He's shaping us. I'm so grateful for a Father who doesn't give up on me and just keeps molding me. No matter how many times I get it wrong. In the middle of my lack of faith, my lack of self control, or my lack of good judgement, He's right there molding me. Shaping me. Making me the work of His hands. 

"Take me, Mold me, use me, fill me

I give my life to the Potter's hand

Call me, guide me, lead me, walk beside me

I give my life to the Potter's hand

You gently call me into your presence guiding me by your Holy Spirit

Teach me dear Lord to live all of my life through your eyes

I'm captured by your Holy calling

set me apart, I know your drawing me to yourself

lead me Lord I pray"

(The Potter's Hands)