We are the clay, you are the potter;
we are all the work of your hand.
FROM THE FATHER'S HEART
My
child, did you know I designed the shape of your life? The clay doesn't
ask the potter, "Why did you make me this way?" You may think your
flaws and mistakes disqualify you for usefulness, but I control the
potter's wheel. I have chosen you for My glory. Remember, broken vessels
often reflect My beauty and light the most.
A GRATEFUL RESPONSE
With
firm but gentle hands You take this lump of clay—my life—and form it
into a vessel of beauty and honor. When I refuse to lie still in Your
skilled hands, You patiently remake me from the marred, broken pieces.
Thank You for creating me in Your image, Lord.
If we are not content with who we are, then we are not content with who God is.
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