[As we have been studying the Names of God, one of my friends wrote her thoughts to the Lord, and I wanted to share with you.]

     Father, God, If You indeed are the Potter and we the clay, then mold us, Lord, Elohim, the Great Creator God.  Make us into a majestic work of art — not that we may be magnified, but that You and You alone may be glorified, and honored, and revered as the Adonai – the Sovereign One – the Yahweh, the Great I Am.  And, what would we be in Your Hands,  Oh LORD?  Not a vase that was beautiful to look at but empty on the inside, not a hardened lump of clay that could be used only to bludgeon and bring injury, but rather one who is soft on the inside, pliable in Your Hands, Lord, to be molded by You into whatever You need us to be to accomplish Your will, and still hard enough on the outside to withstand the constant batterings inflicted upon us at the hands of the enemy and the careless misuse of well-intentioned loved ones.  Father, may we always be a useful vessel, a conduit through which You can pour out Your love to a hurting and needy generation, who would otherwise perish when the day of judgment comes.
Amen.