“But now, O LORD, You are our Father,
We are the clay, and You our potter;
And all of us are the work of Your hand.”

As I took to the wheel to try my hand at pottery, I was reminded of the scripture above and how at times the pressure of life overwhelmed me and even frightened me. At times I was honestly discouraged by fear and uncertainty. During some of the most trying times of being a foster parent (trying to help grieving children, support bio parents who may not being doing things as “you see fit”, trying to help kids with severe mental and behavioral needs while trying to maintain relationships with your family and friends..the list is ongoing) God’s hands were on us..steadily holding us, sometimes reshaping us more into His image. Just knowing that we are in the Master Potter’s care brings such a calming peace and even joy in heartache. If you feel like you are broken, forgotten or unwanted, please know today that if you allow him to mold you as He sees fit then JOY WILL COME IN THE MORNING.

As I was working on the wheel and had to start over, I remember a time in my life where I was only 21 yrs old and going through a divorce and I felt like nothing good could come from me now because I was ruined. In my world as a Christian, purity and holiness was vital, which I still believe, but I lost sight of Grace, the most important gift from Christ. If you came to just see my experience with learning pottery, please don’t feel like this is a sermon but a testimony of transformation.