What does it mean....

... to be the clay? What does it look like to be molded into such a masterpiece? Unrecognizable, distinguished? Set apart for it's eternal use!

11.26.2012
I realize that I am the Clay! Being shaped and molded and squeezed in uncomfortable places....
Lord, you are in so many ways showing me that the structure you are articulating, whether that be a glass, a cup or a vase, still has imperfections. One big bump of pride, 2 small bumps for sarcasm. 3 clumps of insecurity :) Father, I trust you with my entire being. I love you and I know that your hands are here to comfort me....

Though it is very uncomfortable right now... though I am struggling.... though I get a bit impatient I will wait! I have seen what you have done, how you are brought beauty from a lump of mud.... I have seen this in others so I know that you are able to transform my lump of confusion! As long as I am in the crevice of every single one of your fingers :) Have your way father!

3 Areas you are kneading out now
1. Insecurities
2. Sarcasm
3. A works for salvation attitude
4. Jealousy

I am the clay, you are the potter... we are All the work of your hands~ Isaiah 64:8

Sincerely,
Clay