I really love the concept that God is a potter.
that we are the clay that he constantly works with is such beautiful imagery to me.
there is always hope for us; we are malleable and able to be formed in ways that we can't even possibly imagine in our narrow minds.
as long as we allow ourselves to be forever in the hands of God, we don't have to fear of hardening or becoming unfit to mold and shape.
if you think you're out of His hands, you're being fooled.
no matter how broken you are, He can make you beautiful.
have the audacity to hope.
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."
jeremiah 18:3-6
