Many years ago I wrote a song that talked about being a vessel of clay in God's hands. I had forgotten about it until last night when God reminded me of it. I looked for the words and couldn't find them. I remembered some of them and as I thought of the words I wrote so long ago, God showed me how even then He was forming me and my life into what it is today.
Isaiah 64:8 tells us that we are the clay and that we are a work of the potter's hand. Jeremiah 18:4 says that when something is wrong with the intended design, the potter is able to use the same clay to make something different. Sometimes, a potter, in order to make something better, he must break the hard clay into pieces to then add water and make it pliable and shapeable.
Are we willing to be used differently than we first thought? Are we willing to be broken into pieces to become all that God intends for us to be?
The chorus of the song I wrote is : Guide me, direct me, I am a vessel of clay. I long to be molded and shaped in your name. Teach me to trust you each and every day. Oh guide me, direct me, I am a vessel of clay.
May you speak this over your life and allow the Master potter to do His will in your life.
