His Hands

We are in His hands. He as the Master Potter has formed us into the vessel He needs to advance His kingdom. Having fashioned us, He fills us with His presence so that the beauty that we radiate is His and not our own. It is the Potter not the vessel that makes all the difference. When broken, He restores--never is one of His vessels put on the shelf useless. Often, the restored vessel is more lovely than before, more able--and willingly eager--to reveal the Hidden Treasure that lives and reigns within. Yes, the moldking process takes a lifetime. We are always being lovingly molded into the image of the Potter. And we are always held securely in His hands--hands that are wrapped securely in the hands of the Father. We are doubly secure. Doubly held tight. There is no safer place to be than in His hands. And it is impossible to be anywhere else. "More secure is no one ever, than the loved ones of the Savior."