Here is a comment Lorenzo made on my previous post:
“Sometimes clay just isn't ready to be used. The best-thrown pots are made out of clay that has been recycled a few times. New clay, although it is pure and lump free, just doesn't work so well as clay that has been through the water, kneaded, used, and returned to the water for recycling; everything in the right time. People who have been 'through the mill' very often have a deeper understanding of life than people who have sailed through life without problems and difficulties.”
It just seemed to me too good not to make it a post of it’s own because I found it to be so very encouraging. She, a potter herself, says that when clay is “disobedient” or crunchy or hard to work with, the potter just throws it back in the water to soak a while and then continues to work with it until it is just right for use. In combination with her comments above, it seems to me to speak volumes of the incredible grace and mercy of my Heavenly Father who keeps throwing me back into the water bin instead of giving up on me. How very grateful I was to be reminded that it is the will of the potter and not the will of the clay that really matters – that the potter is patient and knows how to work with the clay to even make it the right kind of clay to work with.
So, I don’t know about the rest of you, but I’m hoping that my “clay” self is beginning to be malleable, with “humble teachability” as my friend Andrew speaks of and am glad to be reassured that the good work He has begun in me is not something that He will ever stop until the day that Jesus calls me home (Phil 1:6). So, if you keep seeing me in the water bucket, the don’t be surprised – I’m just “softening up” some more so that I can more easily yield to the potter’s hands.