May 27: The Potter Who Shapes the Clay
by: Sis Sharon Danvers Book of Isaiah 64:8 (KJV) “But now, O Lord, thou art our father; we are the clay, and thou our potter; and we all are the work of thy hand.” When we hear this Scripture, we often picture clay sitting quietly in the hands of the potter — soft, still, surrendered, and easy to shape. But the truth is, our spiritual lives are rarely that simple. Unlike clay, we move. We resist. We question the process. As I reflected on this verse, I was taken back to my childhood. I remember sitting between my mother’s knees while she combed my hair. Before she even started, the instruction was always the same: “Keep your head still.” But I never did. Every little sound distracted me. If someone walked past, I turned. If somebody called my name, I turned again. I twisted, shifted, and moved constantly while she tried to part, comb, and style my hair properly. And every time I moved too much, she would tap me on my head with the comb and repeat herself firmly: “Keep your head s...