“Behold, like the clay in the potter’s hand, so are you in my hand” (Jeremiah 18:6 ESV).
The Lord told Jeremiah to go down to the potter’s house and there He would speak to him. Jeremiah obeyed and as he watched the potter at his wheel, he saw that the vessel he was making was spoiled, so the potter fashioned the clay into another vessel. As he watched, he heard the Lord speak saying, “Behold, like the clay in the potter’s hand, so are you in my hand, O house of Israel.”
The Lord is the Potter and we are the clay. Does the clay tell the Potter what to make? Does it complain that some are made special and others for common use? Who are we to complain to the Potter?
I would rather the Potter’s hands be on my life than to be cast aside. Even when He must pound, prod and press to mold me and make after His will, I want His touch on my life. For I trust the Potter’s hands. He is God and I am not.
Perhaps you are going through a pounding, prodding, or pressing time in your life. Do you trust the Potter’s hands? Will you yield to His touch? Will you say, as the lyrics of the old hymn do:
“Have thine own way, Lord! Have thine own way! Thou art the potter, I am the clay. Mold me and make me after thy will, while I am waiting, yielded and still” (A. Pollard).
PRAYER: Dear Father, we don’t always understand our situation and circumstances, but we trust You. You are the Potter, we are the clay. We yield our lives to You. Make us like Jesus. For it’s in His name we pray, amen.