The potter’s love

we-are-the-clay-karinas-thoughtSo I was watching a programme a few days ago about a young potter. It showed the whole process of clay work. First she travelled miles to a river bank in a far away village to get the clay she needed for her work. Carrying it back home, she went through the whole process of cleaning it (separating the bad from the good). Through out, it required much energy and hard work, kneading it and preparing it before making it into a shape. 

It was not easy at all and it required much determination, hard work and getting her hands dirty. Once she started shaping her clay into different structures and pots, you can see the joy in her eyes. The sculptures were then put in an oven to bake them and allow them to dry and hold their shape. When they cooled down, she painted them and allowed them to dry. 

This made me think of how much God loves us. He left the comfort of heaven to come and save us. And continues to be so patient towards us even though we are hard work in the way we walk with Him. He never tires or gives up on us. He smiles and rejoices over us when we walk in His will and makes us vessels for glory to display His beauty. Now let us look back from where we came from… from the side of some river bank that nobody really cared about. Now fast forward to the present… we are precious treasure that Somebody really cares about! 

Yet you, LORD, are our Father. We are the clay, you are the potter; we are all the work of your hand. – Isaiah.64:8

For God, who said, “Let light shine out of darkness,” made His light shine in our hearts to give us the light of the knowledge of the glory of God in the face of Jesus Christ. Now we have this treasure in jars of clay to show that this surpassingly great power is from God and not from us. – 2 Corinthians.4:6-7

 

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My strength

DSC06643Many of times I am exhausted

Tired of the road I walked

My shoes have worn out

My clothes grown old

 

To make matters worse

I hear the accuser whisper

“You can’t go on give up

Why let yourself bother?”

 

But I had forgotten something

God didn’t rest till He finished creation

Nor we He rest till He finished mine

I know what He started

He will bring to completion

 

Its true Mr accuser

I am incapable and weak

It’s true my inadequacy is clear

Yet I have the One who is so dear

Helping me overcome my fear

 

Through Him I can do all things

For my life is not mine but His

My maker and Potter He is

So I rest in my Prince of Peace.