Have you heard the story of God as the potter and us as the clay? Each time I’ve heard, it weaves a picture in my mind of God leaning over the potter’s wheel, and lovingly creating us as a clay vessel to be filled up and used. He gently molds and sculpts the clay into a beautiful piece of pottery. It’s such a calm, tranquil, easy picture. Like watching the breeze gently blow the tops of wheat across a vast field as the sun sets on the horizon. It brings a peaceful feeling thinking we were made by the potter so distinctively and deliberately. If I only thought this far…