8 Yet, O Lord, you are our Father;
we are the clay, and you are our potter;
we are all the work of your hand.
Isaiah 64:8
I have a son who is a potter. He is not a professional as he does not have his own kiln but he loves to create pottery. Lately he posted a picture of a bowl he had thrown and titled it something like – any fruit looks better when displayed in a pottery bowl. I reflected, how true. Fruit in a plastic bag from the grocers cannot be compared to a beautifully arranged bowl of fruit on the table in an artistic clay bowl.
I have always thought of references to God as the potter in terms of the shape of my life. Why must I be a dandoline and not a rose? I had not thought that he might be shaping me to display the wonderfulness of another. Right now my children are gathering for the funeral of their father. They are the holding vessel for his life’s story as they put together a service with pictures, a beautiful poem, and his favorite hymns. They hold his story with love and respect to honor him. We are the vessels that hold, support, and show off another. What an honor. Let’s pray we do it respectfully and gently, showing off God’s handiwork. Blessings as you hold other’s stories.
“Let’s be real, fruits and veggies look better at home in handmade bowls.
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On the Way to Wonder 