Awestruck anew today to think that "we have this treasure in jars of clay"; that He, the Potter who is the pearl of great price, worthy of heavenly palaces of silver and gold would choose to dwell within and live through us....flawed, broken vessels of mere clay.
In love He chooses to re-mold the clay not leaving it in the marred condition in which it was found. Faithfully, the Potter works and painfully smashes the stoney places of our hearts, re-working the clay over and over again.
And "shall the clay tell the Potter what to do or where to work?" No. We must simply wait upon Him. In essence, sit still like a lump of clay. No matter how painful to us nor how painstakingly slow the process may seem, "He who began a good work in you will be faithful to carry out to completion" until we are the vessel He meant for us to be, fit for use in the Master Potter's hand.
Then the clay will sing the Potter's praise and glorify Him throughout eternity!
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