
God is the potter; you are the clay. He does the moulding; you hold the wheel. He pokes and prods and squeezes, then when you think He is finished, He adds the oven. Sweet mom do not resist your refining process. By staying flexible in God’s hands, and your life will hum a rhythm. He is with you today. You can trust Him with everything.
Like clay in the hand of the potter, so are you in my hand. (Jeremiah 18:6, NIV)