Our God who is the Author and the Finisher of our faith and life created us for His pleasure. He makes one for a noble purpose and He makes another for a different purpose. Until He is completely satisfied with the shapes and outcome of these earthen vessels, He does not stop pounding, spinning, molding and yanking. When it is all done, He put colors of His choice on them. To bring His chosen colors out of these vessels, He put them into a fiery furnace.

Have Thine own way, Lord! Have Thine way! Thou art the Potter, I am the clay. Mold me and make me after Thy will, while I am waiting yielded and still.