Parable of the Potter

Being in the hands of the father does not exempt you from the collapse,

it places you in the very position where transformation can occur.

We become flawed.

Twisted and worn down by the world’s weight.

Bent by grief, fear, and survival.

What God once intended for us no longer feels like our desire.

Not because it wasn’t good,

but because the world taught us to want what feels safer.

Still, the Potter does not release the clay.

The wheel spins.

The pressure increases.

The turning feels relentless, almost violent.

And we think something has gone wrong,

when in truth, something sacred is happening.

What we often fail to see

is that the clay became marred while still in the Father’s hands.

Not in rebellion.

Not in abandonment.

But in obedience.

Failure happens even on the wheel.

Collapse happens even in surrender.

Yet the Potter does not discard what caves in.

He leans closer.

What once was flawed,

He reshapes.

What once seemed ruined,

He reforms into something stronger, deeper, more intentional.

We were formed perfect before sin entered and bent our edges,

before fear hardened our trust.

But perfection was never lost beyond repair.

Through obedience, through yielding, through staying pliable,

God shapes us again according to His good design.

So stay on the wheel.

Even when it feels like everything is spinning out of control.

Even when the pressure makes you question your worth.

Even when you collapse in His hands.

Because falling apart in the presence of the Potter

is not the end of the story,

it is the beginning of being made whole.