But now, O LORD, You are our Father, We are the clay, and You our potter; And all of us are the work of Your hand.
– Isaiah 64:8
The above verse has been on replay in my mind over the past few months as I pivot around in this season of uncertainty and change. When I say pivot, it really feels more like the spinning of a potter’s wheel. Just as I begin to feel that something is finished and ready to move forward, the next rotation comes too fast warping what was built up. With each revolution of the wheel, I wonder if the lump of clay that has been spoiled within me can be remade.