“So I went down to the
potter’s house, and I saw him working at the wheel. But the pot he was shaping from the clay was
marred in his hands; so the potter formed it into another pot, shaping it as
seemed best to him. Then the word of the
Lord came to me. He said, “Can I not do
with you, Israel, as this potter does?” declares the Lord. “Like clay in the hand of the potter, so are
you in my hand, Israel.”-Jeremiah 18:3-6.
I
was once just a lump of shapeless clay, until I put my life into the potter’s
hands. God is my potter, and I am his
clay. With the great warmth of his
hands, God has molded and shaped me into a beautiful vase. God made me into a beautiful vase so I can
hold flowers with the fragrance of his heart.
As much as I try to remain without blemish, life comes along and I crack
under the pressure. However, I am not
useless in the sight of God. Rather than discarding me, God continues to
use me for his own unique purpose. Instead
of smoothing out my edges, God keeps the cracks so the glory of his presence
can shine for everyone to see. It
doesn’t matter what shape I’m in, I will always remain God’s own unique design. I am one of a kind. This makes me priceless in the eyes of my
creator. I thank God each and every day
for making me who I am today. I want to
bring glory and honor to the one who made me.
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