The colors and styles vary by artist and I consider each one a signature piece.
There have been times when we have watched a potter at work ~
throwing the clay on the wheel and working it with his hands.
He meticulously pays attention to the detail of the piece as he creates a design that will carry his signature.
throwing the clay on the wheel and working it with his hands.
He meticulously pays attention to the detail of the piece as he creates a design that will carry his signature.
In our recent move one of my favorite pieces of pottery was broken.
I haven't attempted to glue it back together ~ but I will try.
And I will display it again.
I haven't attempted to glue it back together ~ but I will try.
And I will display it again.
This morning as I pondered the potter at work I opened my Bible and read from Isaiah 64:8
"But now, O LORD, Thou art our Father,
We are the clay, and Thou our potter;
We are the clay, and Thou our potter;
and all of us are the work of Thy hand."
It is my heart's desire to be as clay in My Father's hand.
The broken bowl put back together will be a significant reminder
of His continual work in my life. On the other hand,
The broken bowl put back together will be a significant reminder
of His continual work in my life. On the other hand,
I have never thought about carrying His Signature
but as His child I do.
but as His child I do.
This gives me a new perspective.
In a recent conversation with my mom, her closing remark to me was
"Remember whose girl you are."
"Remember whose girl you are."
This is a phrase my daddy said to me ~ often.
It was a reminder that I was his girl.
It was a reminder that I was his girl.
He is my Potter.
Even broken.
I carry His Signature.
I am His girl.
A Signature Piece
Signed
Numbered
By the Artist
(c) Faith Builder
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