I said to the Potter, “Why have you made me this way? Why must I be in pain?”
I heard in my spirit, “My power is made perfect in your weakness. My shaping is making you a treasured vessel. I am the Potter, and you are the clay. You are the work of My hands.”
I wept bitterly and answered, “But I don’t understand. My heart is broken. I will live with this pain, this crack in my vessel, for the rest of my days.”
I remembered in my soul the scriptures, “Draw near to Me and I will draw near to you.”
I proclaimed in earnest, “You are the Potter. You are Sovereign. You are Elkanah. You are a covenant keeping God. You are righteous in all Your ways. You are for me and not against me. You will not forsake me…
…When I am afraid, I will trust in You.”
I knew deep in my being that My Creator replied, “You are mine and I love you.”
In the hands of the potter,
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