My random thoughts about clay for today.

We are all a little like clay.
Soft enough to be shaped by love, but fragile enough to crack or even shatter under pressure. Molded by joy, loss, failure, and grace.

I’m no exception. Some days I hold form, other days I crumble. But that doesn’t make me less worthy, it makes me real.

So please, don’t put your faith in people, not even in me. I am being shaped daily, still in the hands of the Potter. I can bend, I can break, and I can grow. Your anchor was never meant to be a human heart.

Place your faith in something greater, and let’s keep walking alongside each other, not because we’ve arrived, but because we’re still becoming.