A Preamble

There I went down to the potter's house, and there he was, making something on the wheel. But the vessel that he was making of clay was spoiled in the hand of the potter; so he remade it into another vessel, as it pleased the potter to make. Then the word of the Lord came to me saying, "Can I not, O house of Israel, deal with you as this potter does?" declares the Lord. "Behold, like clay in the potter's hand, so are you in My hand."  Jeremiah 18:3-6


 
In thinking about what to write for this blog, at first my thoughts were primarily about the "clay".  You and I, tossed about between God's powerful hands as He makes us into who He wants us to be.  Which yes, is to be like His Son (Rom 8:29); but yet the process is painful as we are pressed, pulled, broken, reconstructed again and again.  Broken relationships... Deaths... loneliness... mistreatment... sickness...the list goes on...

However...
I think this was the wrong place for me to begin my reflections.  This is not about me.  This is not about the clay. 

The Potter...  It is with the Potter that I must begin.... it is where we all must begin...