The Bible says that God is the potter and I am the clay.
So I'm picturing myself as a lump of dry clay.
The potter gently picks me up with his warm, strong hands. He adds drops of water, to make me flexible and easier to work with.
After I am of the correct texture, the potter lifts me higher... higher... and then plop! He throws me down hard to remove all of my air bubbles and flaws.
Next, he puts me on the wheel and I turn and turn. He shapes me exactly as he wants me, pushing and molding me. Sometimes the pushing hurts, but I know that when he is finished, I will be a beautiful creation. All of this pain, this turning in circles, will be worth it.
As the potter pulls and stretches, I start to take on the shape he wants me to be. And when the potter has me as he wants me, he places me in the kiln to be fired.
"It's hot in here...
