Have you ever stopped to think about the story of our beginnings? In the Book of Genesis, there’s this beautiful, almost tactile moment where the Creator gets His hands dirty—literally. Genesis 2:7 says, “Then the LORD God formed man from the dust of the ground and breathed into his nostrils the breath of life, and the man became a living being.” Imagine that: the divine sculptor, kneeling in the mud, shaping the first human from clay.
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There’s something so intimate about this image. It’s not a distant, abstract act of creation—it’s hands-on, personal, and even a little messy. Clay gets under your fingernails. It’s cool and yielding, but it can be stubborn too. If you’ve ever tried pottery, you know it takes patience and a willingness to start over when things collapse. Isn’t that a bit like the journey of the soul? We’re shaped, reshaped, sometimes broken down and made anew.
I often wonder: what does it mean to be “clay in the hands of the potter”? Does it mean we’re passive, or does it mean we’re full of potential? Can we, like clay, be open to transformation? When life feels like it’s spinning out of control, maybe we’re just on the wheel, being formed into something new.
Have you ever felt yourself being “remade” after a setback? What did that process teach you about your own soul? I encourage you to try working with clay—even just a lump in your hands. Notice how it reacts to your touch, how it resists and yields, how it remembers every fingerprint. Maybe you’ll find a little bit of the divine in your own creative process.
Stay Creative!
Max