I am lying on the floor alongside my Potter’s chair.
I am lifeless, without form, aimlessly looking around.
I was once on The Potter’s wheel until I saw sin appealing to my eyes and grabbed it.
I was still wet in The Potter’s hands being formed, so it was no problem for the transgressions to stick to me and bury into my surface.
My form was distorted with temperament, malice, hatred, slothfulness, and more all accumulated from reaching out and touching that which appealed to my eyes as I spun on the wheel.
I was warped to the point that I would not allow my Potter to touch me with his glorious hands, so the weight of all I carried flung me to the floor out of the reach of my Potter….So I thought.
After lying on the floor wallowing in my corruption, The Potter sat a beautiful finished pot on a table. I saw the glory in that pot and long to be completed as well.
The finished pot ministered to me and all my flaws with its beautiful completeness without judging me.
Then along came The Potter who picked me up, after I tugged on his leg and sat me back on the wheel, my Potter submerged his hands in water then placed them on me and reformed me out of miry clay.
I thank my Potter for picking me up and gently reshaping me back into his form when I was heavy laden with sin and could not find my way up.
I still have sin baked within me, but I fight hard on a daily basis not to allow it to surface.
Behold the Lord’s hand is not shortened, that it cannot save; Nor his ear heavy, that it cannot hear.
v3. But your iniquities have separated you from your God; And you’re sins have hidden His face from you, so that He will not hear.
So it went down to the potter’s house and saw him working with clay at the wheel.
V.4 He was making a pot from Clay. But there was something wrong with the pot. So the potter used that clay to make another pot. With his hands, he shaped the pot the way he wanted it to be.￼￼￼
v.5 Then this message from the Lord came to me: “Family of Israel, you know that I can do the same thing with you. You are like the clay in the potters hands, and I am the potter.” This message is from the Lord.
Have you pulled on The Potter’s leg lately?