“Yet you, Lord, are our Father. We are the clay, you are the potter; we are all the work of your hand.” Is. 64:8 (NIV)
This verse shows a couple of different perspectives about my relationship with God.
One is that He is my Father. He disciplines me when I get out of line. Keeps me safe. Allows me to choose. Loves me unconditionally. He gives me wisdom and direction. Loves it when I ask Him for help, for provisions, when I come to Him with everything going on in my life.
“We are the clay, you are the potter”
The second is that I am not the artist. God is. God is molding and changing me into the masterpiece He desires. Years ago, I remember learning a little about pottery. You take the clay and water and you mold it into what you want to make. As it dries it hardens and becomes useful, and sometimes you have to start over. Something is not right with what was created and it needs to be fixed. That takes breaking, water, and time. Often the last piece of creating pottery is when it is put thru fire and glazed; solidified into a piece of pottery. There are different kinds of pottery; there are water jugs, baking dishes, vases for flowers, cups for drinking. There is different art work indicative of the artist, the area of the world and the purpose of the pottery. The clay does not have a say in what it becomes, the potter will decide. We are all unique, I am one of the ones that has had to be broken and reformed. We each have a unique purpose.
Do you trust God to mold and shape you into what He wants you to be? I struggle with it at times, I think I know what it should look like, yet I am quickly reminded that I am not the potter. God sees and knows more than I ever can. He loves me. He wants what is best for me. He wants me to be a useful, faithful servant who trusts and listens to Him.
“We are all the work of your hand.”
Lastly, two things stand out to me today as I read this, the first is the words we and all. Its not some of us, but all of us, every single one of us. The work of your hand we are the work of His hand; the creator of the universe, God almighty says that I am the work of His hand. We, each one of us, are the work of God’s hand. Amazing. Each one of us is important to the Father.
This verse challenges me to remember that I am the clay, I am being shaped into who God wants me to be. He has a master plan and each step on this path has a purpose. I am left with the question, will I trust Him to continue to make me into the woman He wants me to be or will I try and take matters into my own hand?