Clay in His Hands

God certainly works in mysterious ways. You hear this phrase a lot, but it doesn't seem to internalize until you experience those ways of His. So it is with me. For as long as I can remember, I've known He was there. Looking down on me. Watching over me. He's always been real to me. Just like my own father. Perhaps even more real, although I don't know how that is possible... But it is. I can feel it. Maybe that's because He is perfect and unchanging. He exists beyond this world, beyond my frail understanding, in such a way that at times I feel I could reach out my hand, and He would grab onto it, and I could feel His gentle grip in mine. Although I've never physically felt His touch, He has always been very much involved, embracing me in His love. Slowly, over time, He has changed me. And He continues to do so, but only when I allow Him to. I am one of His masterpieces. And the most mysterious part, is how absolutely perfectly and beautifully He has molded me, even without me noticing it. His touch is so gentle indeed, that it almost cannot be felt. I hope that this blog will be a way in which I can begin to understand a small part of His ways in my life; a sort of biography to map out my understanding. I hope that in turn, as you read this, it will spark interest in you as well to ponder on how He has molded and shaped you into who you are today.