Throwing Clay

It was a cold grey clump of clay. Ready to be sculpted into anything and prepared to do anything within the hands of the sculptor. What the lump would become… it had a sense— something practical. Something useful. It waited. Unsure of what would happen when the sculptor applied pressure and began to mold it into all it was to be.

Willingly it was picked up, pinched, prodded, rolled, and pressed. As the sculptor worked, the clay became even more willing. The clay became malleable; one with the sculptors hands, becoming it’s full potential. When it was finished, the sculptor stepped back and examined His work— pleased.

I am the clay within the sculptors hands. You are the clay within the sculptors hands. We all are the clay within the sculptors hands.

Invariably, we all go through very formative times in our lives. Mine happens to be right now as I press through this season of life in Utah. I’m basically alone. I knew one person coming out into this great unknown. Slowly, that one person I know has become two and so on as I meet new people and begin to form relationships. It’s hard, but I know it’s all a part of the process. The Sculptor pinches and pulls and I bend and twist in every direction He sends me.

I know when I leave here that I won’t be the same person as I was when I first got here and that excites me. I know God is preparing me in unbelievable ways for the future he has set before me and that excites me even more. I get to do something I love every day and that makes me uber happy. Plus, plus, I get to do it all with an amazing view of the mountains while the sun brings out all my freckles. How is that not a win?

Sometimes the process doesn't make sense to us and it doesn't have to. God's ways are not our ways. As humans sometimes we forget that. We get so caught up in what is happening that we miss what is happening. Lean into the process and learn from experiences. Allow yourself to be stretched. Remember hindsight is always 20/20.

The clay sat once the sculptor had finished and let out a breath of completion. Finally, it was ready to fulfill it’s purpose, prepared by all the work the sculptor had put into the finished product. It was strong, it was beautiful, it was filled with grace and wonder. It was you, it was me, and it is all of us.