"The potter takes the clay and molds it according to his will. He kneads it and works it. He tears it apart and presses it together. He wets it and then dries it. He lets it lie for a while without touching it. When it is perfectly pliable, he continues the work of making of it a vessel. He forms it into shape and on the wheel trims and polishes it. He dries it in the sun and bakes it in the oven. Thus it becomes a vessel fit for use. So the great Master Worker desires to mold and fashion us. And as the clay is in the hands of the potter, so are we to be in His hands. We are not to try to do the work of the potter. Our part is to yield ourselves to be molded by the Master Worker."
-Ellen G. White
*Sigh* I'm thinkin that that day when I become a "vessel fit for use" isn't gonna be for a long time. Amanda Durham and I were observing that there's not a whole lot of fun stuff in there for the clay, it's mostly painful. But, hey, I'm no potter. So...bring on the molding?
THIS is the Tara I know. Love you. ~Emily
ReplyDeleteps. I'm leaving town until monday night. call me if you're gonna be up for hanging out!
Why must you be so full of moral messages on days when i'm feeling vindictive and spiteful? you are suck a keeper.
ReplyDeletewoa! I just read what I wrote, and I meant to write "SUCH a keeper". as in: a friend i want to keep for a long long time. i don't really even know what "suck a keeper" would mean, but it sounds awful.
ReplyDeleteI miss you Tar Bear. Are you feeling better? When are you coming home to TN?
ReplyDeleteI'm glad there's variety in the process. Hope this season of stretching ends well for you. Let's talk soon when neither of us are at camp!!
ReplyDeleteOh Tara!
ReplyDeleteI love that picture of you. I'm trying to explain to Ben S how awesome you are at Silly Songs. It's beyond words.
Thanks for your depth, my beautiful friend.
Love, --Sarah
Yeah, it doesn't sound like much fun for the clay... Although being touched by the hands of the Potter might be something worth celebrating.
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