I remember being fascinated by a potter’s wheel, the smoothness of the wet clay, the magic of its shape changing through the simple press of a finger or tool. It’s mesmerizing. The only way to keep the clay changing and molding under the potter’s hands is to keep the clay wet, keep it from drying out.

We are no different. We can become dry and stale, unable to change and become better in the Potter’s hands. It can be uncomfortable to be molded anew, shaped more into Christlikeness, but it’s always worth it. We just have to stay moldable by staying near the Potter.