Isaiah 64:8 Yet, O Lord, you are our Father; we are the clay, and you are our potter; we are all the work of your hand.
This is a great image in the book of Isaiah. I can imagine our God with hands upon a mass of clay, carefully shaping and molding it according to his imagination for us. We can be shaped by many things, but nothing blesses us more than being shaped by the one who gave us life in the first place.
My son Nick left this morning to return to college in North Carolina after spending a couple of weeks with us in Texas. We are always very excited to see him since he’s usually far away. It’s a treat for us to get to spend time with him as we probably won’t see him again until Thanksgiving.
And as is true for all of our children, particularly as they are growing into adulthood, I see the many ways in which Nick has been shaped by me and Jana, his parents, and by the Lord. We are very proud of him and can’t wait to see what the Lord has in store for him.
As he returns to North Carolina, I’m also reminded that our children aren’t really our own. We care for them for a while, shape them, mold them, introduce them to the Lord and model for them what it looks like to live as a follower of Jesus.
And then we let them go.
This letting go stuff is hard. And this morning, while my chest swells with pride for my son, my heart aches to see him leave again. I’m not sure I’ll ever get used to seeing him go.
Heavenly Father, we are indeed the clay and you are the potter. Give us grace to be shaped and molded by you, our Creator. Give all adults grace to be faithful in our call to shape and mold the young people you’ve placed in our care – whether by birth or any other way. We ask this in Jesus’ name. Amen.