It's not always comfortable being molded, giving Someone control of your life. I can often fell Him nudging at my shoulder to remove the last bit of that chip. He is constantly skimming my back in order to lighten my load. Kneading and pulling at my heart to soften it and make sure that it doesn't turn to stone. Carefully carving at my feet insuring that my soul is firm. Smoothing away all those little imperfections and watering down my pride. I'm a work in progress, but I am in the Master Artist hands. He won't stop unless I walk away from him. You would think this daily process would get exhausting but he doesn't stop. It feels like everyday he has to start from scratch. But he doesn't give up, even when I think all hope is lost. Why is He so patient with me, why does He love me so? Why is it not matter what I do he still loves me? He knows that one day I will be perfect, the day when people look at me and all they will see is Him.
There it is, His masterpiece. That masterpiece will be me and you, if you let Him.
Jeremiah 18:6- As the clay is in the potter's hand, so you are in My hand.
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