Isaiah 64:8
“Still, GOD, you are our Father.
We’re the clay and you’re our potter:
All of us are what you made us.”
Creating me in the busy pace of my day? What does that mean, and what is my role in that? I sense, I intuit, that I am to be engaged in that cooperative process. I must know that I am God’s. I must know that God is at work in this way of creating me. I must be like the clay in the hands of the potter. I must delight and trust that what He offers me is something of perfect, eternal, limitless value. He offers me the very best “me” who could ever be–the one the only forever. Such a deal: I show up, and become pliant. He creates yet another master piece.
“Still, GOD, you are our Father.
We’re the clay and you’re our potter:
All of us are what you made us.”
Creating me in the busy pace of my day? What does that mean, and what is my role in that? I sense, I intuit, that I am to be engaged in that cooperative process. I must know that I am God’s. I must know that God is at work in this way of creating me. I must be like the clay in the hands of the potter. I must delight and trust that what He offers me is something of perfect, eternal, limitless value. He offers me the very best “me” who could ever be–the one the only forever. Such a deal: I show up, and become pliant. He creates yet another master piece.
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