ROOTED RENEGADE

I am nothing more than clay in the Potter’s hands.

He alone molds and shapes me.
Where there is a crack, he smooths it out.
When I am thirsty, he gives me water.
When fire is needed, he puts me in the flames.
When I am tired, he provides rest.

The Potter knows how to form the clay better than the clay knows how it needs to be formed.

I can never be refined without being sanctified.

(Isaiah 64:8)

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