This is the word that came to Jeremiah from the LORD:
“Go down to the potter’s house, and there I will give you my message.” So I went down to the potter’s house, and I saw him working at the wheel. But the pot he was shaping from the clay was marred in his hands; so the potter formed it into another pot, shaping it as seemed best to him.

Then the word of the LORD came to me: “O house of Israel, can I not do with you as this potter does?” declares the LORD. “Like clay in the hand of the potter, so are you in my hand, O house of Israel. If at any time I announce that a nation or kingdom is to be uprooted, torn down and destroyed, and if that nation I warned repents of its evil, then I will relent and not inflict on it the disaster I had planned. And if at another time I announce that a nation or kingdom is to be built up and planted, and if it does evil in my sight and does not obey me, then I will reconsider the good I had intended to do for it.
– Jeremiah 18:1 – 10

the idea that God is a magnificent artist and creator still leaves me breathless.
the idea that He can do whatever He pleases at any time: give me good, give me bad, give me heartbreak, give me joy, give me whatever – that entire realization makes me feel so little and small in this entire world.

‘but who is man that You should look upon him?’
- david

it also makes me wonder why i just give up what little control i try and have over my own life.
why do i keep holding on.

the illustration that He is still working on me is still so powerful to my mind. He is taking me, forming me, pushing me, and it hurts. i’ll go through the kindling fire, i’ll be glazed over, but in the end, i’ll be beautiful.

i am just clay.