I am the Clay.

Take me. Use me. Mold me. I give my life to the Potter’s hands.

“Every block of stone has a statue inside it and it is the task of the sculptor to discover it.” -Michaelangelo

 

{stone: //  a piece of rock quarried and worked into a specific size and shape for a particular purpose}

 

She huddles over the solid piece of clay. Untouched and lifeless. The young girl sees the clay as ordinary and somber. Even useless. There is no purpose for a slab of mud. Ugliness and bleak pictures reflect off of the small block. A feeling of loneliness and confusion. A reflection of her life.

 

Unsure what to make of the piece she turns the wheel on. The dark blob circling round and round. A few minutes pass and then it clicks. The young girl pictures the finished product in her mind and dips her hands into the water bucket. The water is cold but the girl feels refreshed. Scooching closer to the wheel she lightly places her gentle hands to the clay. She closes her eyes for a moment fully embracing the ambiance. A quiet, peaceful art studio. The humming of the pottery wheel begins to mesmerize the young girl. Not a single person in sight. The silky smooth clay brushes past her hands as she sits still. Chamomile and lavender slither out of the diffuser resting on a corner shelf.

 

Grounding herself, the young girl centers the clay. The basic foundation of any pottery piece. Without centering there is greater potential for failure and mishaps. Her roots are embedded in Jesus. Redirecting the energy of the clay, she is ready to sculpt.

 

Her hands effortlessly travel the piece of clay. Molding and sculpting. Paying specific attention to the fine details. The young girl’s perspective shifts. For the first time, she is looking at herself through her Father’s eyes. He is her sculptor. Brushing off layers of fog, a charismatic, hopeful and loving person appears. A hint of effervescence. Creativity, soundness, gracious and authentic are added to the mix. Splash of thoughtfulness. A pile of what were unknown talents revealed. She gazes and accepts herself as a child of God. Tenacious. Faithful. Ever loving. Humble. Grateful. The pieces are connecting and is all making sense.

 

The young girl was the piece of clay and her journey combating the monster was the wheel. Jesus is her sculptor. Her mind sparks a memory. She recollects reading Isaiah 64.  

 

Oh, that you would rend the heavens and come down,

   that the mountains would tremble before you!

2 As when fire sets twigs ablaze

   and causes water to boil,

come down to make your name known to your enemies

   and cause the nations to quake before you!

3 For when you did awesome things that we did not expect,

   you came down, and the mountains trembled before you.

4 Since ancient times no one has heard,

   no ear has perceived,

no eye has seen any God besides you,

   who acts on behalf of those who wait for him.

5 You come to the help of those who gladly do right,

   who remember your ways.

But when we continued to sin against them,

   you were angry.

   How then can we be saved?

6 All of us have become like one who is unclean,

   and all our righteous acts are like filthy rags;

we all shrivel up like a leaf,

   and like the wind our sins sweep us away.

7 No one calls on your name

   or strives to lay hold of you;

for you have hidden your face from us

   and have given us over to[b] our sins.

8 Yet you, Lord, are our Father.

   We are the clay, you are the potter;

   we are all the work of your hand.

Verse 8 flashes like a neon light. The young girl was blinded by the enemy and the layers of mental illness and ed. In all reality, God was using these challenges to form her more into who she was truly meant to be. All along He knew exactly who the young girl was. He knew the spectacular potential she had to offer the world. Somehow in some way she was going to make some sort of difference in the world.

The young girl rests in comfort knowing that God holds her in the palm of His hand. She’s eager to pursue the coming days living out exactly who she was created to be. The young girl will use the monster and ed to her advantage. As her best friend once told her, “everyday is a new day to continue your fight my friend.” She will use this motto and faith in her Jesus to continue unveiling exactly who she was meant to be.

 

Jeremiah 1:5 “Before I formed you in the womb I knew you, before you were born I set you apart; I appointed you as a prophet to the nations.”

 

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