Sky and clay

Psalm 19:1 says that "the Heavens declare the glory of God."  As I look out at the beauty outside my window, I cannot help but agree with that statement.  But it's so easy to get caught up in His creativity, and forget about His sovereignty.  Isaiah 64:8 says "Yet you, LORD, are our Father.  We are the clay, you are the potter; we are all the work of your hand."

Just like nature is always moving and changing - plants bloom and grow, cloudless skies eventually bring rain, and summer always morphs into fall - God wants us to move and change as He desires.  We were not made to be brittle iron, hard and unmoldeable.  Rather, we are clay - soft, pliable, and flexible.  When is the last time that you listened to God's gentle whisper in your heart?  When was the last time that you allowed Him to mold you?

Psalm 19:1-6

¹ The heavens declare the glory of God; the skies proclaim the work of his hands.
² Day after day they pour forth speech; night after night they reveal knowledge.
³ They have no speech, they use no words; no sound is heard from them.
⁴ Yet their voice goes out into all the earth, their words to the ends of the world.
In the heavens God has pitched a tent for the sun.
⁵ It is like a bridegroom coming out of his chamber, like a champion rejoicing to run his course.
⁶ It rises at one end of the heavens and makes its circuit to the other;
nothing is deprived of its warmth.