When the potter is molding and baking the clay, he has an image of what ware he wants to make and how best to achieve it.
Why it’s being spun,
Why it’s being baked for longer than normal!
But the potter knows…
He is wiser and sees the clay being formed to the ware he has desired.
He sees his reality taking form, he smiles because it is all coming together. But in all this, the clay is crying, wondering, questioning and seeking answers. The clay is checking out other clays who didn’t have to go through such a long baking process and asks why me?
The potter says “I have great plans for you, I will bring them to pass. For I am the potter and you are my clay, I desire to make you all I see within me about you, so trust me, will you?”
I cannot but be good to you and this extended baking is love not hate, not neglect but love in its purest truest form.
Will you let me take control? Will you?
See if I don’t mold you well and bake you thoroughly, yes you will look good, shiny and well decorated but the slightest challenge will crack you and eventually break you and all the admiration will cease
because you will be broken, sometimes even crushed to tiny pieces.
So my clay, trust me, soon you will see the image I see and you will love what you see.
The process may be annoyingly long, but trust God to make your story beautiful.
For I know the plans I have for you,” declares the Lord, “plans to prosper you and not to harm you, plans to give you hope and a future.