Why this scripture encourages me…
We are the work of God’s hands. I pause and contemplate this. Being formed by the Potter is a very personal experience. It’s gentle, hands-on work. Each creation is unique from all others. He knows our purpose in His kingdom and uses every ounce of our clay to create us. In His hands, nothing is wasted, not even times of trial and pain. This is what encourages me.
During the years I felt far from God, the trials in my life caused only pain. I sometimes felt like I was being sculpted with a chisel and mallet. It felt like pieces of me were being knocked off and lost. I wanted everything to go back to the way it was before…before my parents’ divorce, before my mom’s alcoholism, before my bad decisions. I wanted restoration to a time that made sense to me so I could get my bearings again.
With God, I’ve learned that everything is different from my earlier experience. It was a series of great trials that drew me to Him in surrender because I needed Him. In the years since that happened He has shown me that none of my trials diminished me. Nothing was lost through them. He has allowed me to see that—in His hands—they were the tools He used to shape me. He was always with me, offering comfort. It was me who wouldn’t receive it. The hope I feel in sharing the Gospel message now comes from knowing that I am the work of His hands! I am answering His call to comfort and encourage others through His word, which I can do only because He comforted me through my trials.