He is the Potter, I am the clay. He shapes and molds me into a vessel for His glory.

“We are like common clay jars that carry this glorious treasure within, so that the extraordinary overflow of power will be seen as God’s, not ours. Though we experience every kind of pressure, we’re not crushed. At times we don’t know what to do, but quitting is not an option. We are persecuted by others, but God has not forsaken us. We may be knocked down, but not out.” ~ 2 Corinthians 4:7-9, TPT

“Yet You, Lord, are our Father.
    We are the clay, You are the potter;
    we are all the work of Your hand.” ~ Isaiah 64:8, NIV

The Potter’s Hand

Lord, there’s a whole lot of shaping and molding going on in my life right now. I know this has purpose, but it sure is uncomfortable! I’m thankful You have taught me to recognize the pressure from Your hands — the hands of my Potter.

For You are the Potter and I am but clay.

I want to be pliable in Your hands.

Remind me that You are the Potter who sees beauty and purpose in my mess.

You apply precise pressure when needed and I can trust You to relax Your grip at the perfect time. With Your fingertips, You squeeze and nudge, shape and mold me into a vessel of honor for Your glory.

You make us holy as You are holy.

You sanctify us and transform us through the renewing of our minds.

And sometimes it hurts.

Sometimes the fire burns hot to do its work of purification.

I don’t like the fire, but I love the fact that You are in the fire with me — overseeing, protecting, waiting for that perfect moment to quiet the flames, the moment when You see Your reflection on my face.

The flames of affliction are vital to the vessel of my heart being set and made solid and strong to pour forth Your love into a hurting world. This I know for You have taught me well.

Lord, You are the Potter, I am the Clay

But truly the pressure from Your hands as You mold me and shape me can be difficult. Remind me that You are the Potter who sees beauty and purpose in my mess. You delight in bringing out the best in me so I might be filled up and used for Your glory. The pressure I feel is the touch of Your hands as Your love oozes out to caress me and shape me upon Your potter’s wheel.

May I embrace the work of Your hands. May I embrace the heat of the kiln’s flames that completes the work.

Mold me. Make me. Fill me and use me. I am Yours, Lord — Your beloved daughter. Use me for Your glory.

In Jesus’s Name I pray,



Please don’t carry your burdens alone. I would be honored to pray for you. You may contact me directly at nan@nanjones.com


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