Potters wheel.

Two weeks ago I couldn't think of a single word to say...NOW there isnt enough time to say them all.
We SERVE a RISEN KING!!! WOW...how awesome that HE would choose us.
Today I think of a potters wheel.. No, not Demi-Patrick, but you know what I mean.
We are just a unrecognisable BLOB of clay- swishy mud, no form, no shape, no life. HE touches and mushes and spins us and we sit and spin and mush. HIS loving hands gliding over the shapeless blob.. no one sees the vessel in the blob but HIM. No one knows if it will be a vase of importance or a daily jug for carrying water or cooking beans. He manuevers at will, HE shapes and molds and spins us some more. HIS HANDS lovingly shaping us. AND then there on the wheel. IT appears the vessel, exactly as HIS eyes have seen it all along. He didnt see the blob HE saw the finished vessel hidden somewhere in the BLOB... He pronounces "IT IS FINISHED" Fit for use for HIS desire, for HIS purpose... LET HIM!!!