The Potter Of My Clay

Categories Emotions, Lifestyle, Meditation

Jeremiah 18 – Holy Bible

He meticulously takes the clay and its dust,
adds the other ingredients of the recipe
that only He knows;
uses His mighty hands
to mix them thoroughly together,
and creates (wo)man in His own image;
yet none is like the other.

He painstakingly adds water
to the clay mixture a little at a time
so that it becomes neither too wet nor too dry
and stirs the mixture until it sticks together,
to create twins who are identical,
but each unique in its own way.

He carefully adds the remaining water slowly,
stirring until the mixture
is of just the right texture;
but still continues to knead
the clay-dough lovingly
with His knuckles until it is soft and supple;
to create individuals who fill the earth,
but each of whose fingerprints
has no duplicate.

He majestically molds and shapes
the clay at the wheel
and bakes the finished product in His oven;
flipping it over and over and maintaining
just the right temperature so that
it is evenly baked on all sides;
including all the delicate,
inner parts (Psalm 139:14).
Thus, He completes His creation,
breaths life into it, and then
knits it nicely together
within its mother’s womb.
How awesome !!!!!!!!!

Have Your own way with my clay, O Lord,
You are the potter, I am the clay;
and so marvelous are Your works.
You molded me perfectly into Your masterpiece
but here I come to you
broken into pieces;
unworthy, and scarred,
from stumbling and falling now and then.
Pick up the pieces and re-fashion my clay.
Fix, repair, and re-purpose my cracked clay;
and make me acceptable in Your sight.

I am an epic introvert, who quickly becomes an open book when I pen what’s in my significantly fertile mind; fertile as a result of bombardment by realities that are continuously captured by my inquisitive eyes, ears which are constantly rubbing the ground, through constant reading, and through dreaming too.

Writing provides an opportunity to ‘say’ what my unapologetic quiet mouth will not say; which not only soothes me, but also bequeaths to me a relief, a release, and a hope that the written words will change the world, even if only one person at a time.

And so should you seek, that’s where to find me; deeply tucked inside the blankets of reading, seeing, listening, dreaming, and then writing.

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