"You're the potter and I'm just the clay. And the clay cant say, why you made me this way? And the clay can't say, what you doin today? But Im trustin I'll be finished when He's done And His goal is transformin me into his Son."
I am seeing more and more that God is the potter, not me. And what a wonderful thing that is. In Bible study last week, a lady gave a great example that I have thought about often this week. When you are working with clay, you pull it out this way and that way, you roll it and knead it. You mold it into something you desire, something that pleases you. And just when you think the work is done, the potter smushes it on the table and starts all over again. And when he finally decides it is just right, he glazes it and puts it in the blazing fire. Then he pulls it out. Done? No. He glazes it again. And fires it again. Over and over until the process is complete and He has a beautiful masterpiece.
I know that on this side of glory I will be pulled and smashed and put in the fire. And oh, it hurts. I have already begun to experience it. But I can not wait until I reach heaven and can stand before our Lord with His righteousness and in His image.
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