This passage is a very familiar one to most of us. The message of the passage is new each time I read it. Not different, but new as in another.
And that is exactly what we see in this verse – another.
Here’s the thing I feel so sure I need to share today. You are the clay. He is the potter. Even while in His hands the clay was marred. That is you. That is me. Imperfect. Marred.
I know you know this. But, here is a firm reminder. The potter did not throw the clay away. He re-formed it. He formed it again as HE PLEASED. He made it another.
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. (Jeremiah 18:4 NIV)
The clay simply submitted. It could not fix itself nor form itself. It’s part, our part, is to allow the Master Artisan have His way shaping us. Even when it means starting again. Even when it means a flaw has been revealed. Even when it hurts.
The process may seem slow. The direction may seem to be a detour. The end result may be different that what you had thought sure was best. Instead, you end up at a place in a position, with an opportunity that He thought was best. Then, much to your amazement you realize you agree.