8Yet, O LORD, you are our Father. We are the clay, you are the potter; we are all the work of your hand.
It can be hard to realize and accept that we are just clay. Whether we look at the elements that make up the human body, or our smallness compared to the universe, we really are fairly insignificant. But it is more than that. We want to think that we have control over our lives, that we are masters of our destiny. But when you work in the field that I work in, you soon realize that life is extremely fragile, and that any real control of the future is out of our hands. Something as small as a grain of sand can kill us, that blood clot that lodges in our heart, lung or brain. In a few moments our life is over. One step off the curb, one driver falling asleep momentarily, one too many passes on the practice field and life is over. All the paddles and shots won’t bring it back. It is gone. So, if our life is not in our hands, whose hands is it in? This verse gives us hope. Even if our earthly life ends, our life can still be purposeful. We can put our trust in the Potter’s hands. We can allow Him to work in and through us, to make and mold us. We can trust Him to use our insignificance for a significant purpose, a holy and eternal purpose. Are we willing to let Him do that?
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